The next big outdoor job is the repair and painting around the five big windows in the dining room. They are on a cantilevered wall that extends out over a rough hill. The overhang also needs painting.
A year or so after we bought the house we painted most of it ourselves, as we have over the last two years, but we hired someone to do that section. We found a crazy old painter that did it by nailing a ladder to the narrow ledge below the windows. There are no crazy old painters like that anymore, and even if there were I'm not sure we would want the risk of being sued if they fell.
So guess who want to do it all himself? The crazy old man I'm married to!
In the picture to the right, Craig is on a 20' extension ladder repairing and painting the very bottom edge.
|picture taken from the safety of the deck|
Yesterday he managed to gouge his leg with his sander, resulting in his getting five stitches.
We have been arguing about this job for weeks. I have begged him, scolded him, and threatened him, all to no avail.
I want him to put up scaffolding, but he refuses.
The man is accident prone. I could tell a couple of gory stories involving a chainsaw and a table saws, but I will leave them for another time!
I would rather not be a widow.
My stand is this:
If he falls and gets hurt, I will not take care of him.
If he had a heart attack, I would take care of him.
If he had a stroke, I would take care of him.
If he got cancer or any other illness I would take care of him.
But if he gets hurt because he is being stupid and stubborn. He's on his own.
What do you do when someone you love won't listen to reason?