Extention cord city. Don't show this to the fire department. The not having electricity part doesn't really bother me. I'm disappointed that nobody gave me notice that I won't have electricity tonight. You know, a little note or a phone call would be nice. Silver lining is that I'm developing the patience of a saint. But all the saints I know are long dead. St Thomas the Apostle is the patron saint of construction workers. My research didn't turn up any patron saints for stupid bankrupt people living through remodels. The closest is St Dymphna, the patron saint of insanity.
Joint compound. Layer #2. It's quite humid with all the rain we're having lately. Joint compound is taking it's merry time to cure and dry out. By morning, the windows downstairs are all fogged up. St Francis Xavier Cabrini is the patron saint of immigrants and impossible causes. I hope the two aren't interchageable.
The stripes do make an interesting pattern. Like aligned cylindrical bacteria on a microscope slide. St Fiacre is the patron saint of venereal disease.
Scratch coat of the stucco goes on. It's named for the texture they put on it so the next layer grabs hold and doesn't fall off. I'm imagining a tool where cats are duct taped to a long pole and waved in front of the wall- claws flailing all over the stucco making the scratches. Wailing the whole time. Meeerrrrooowwwww...... St Gertrude, patron saint of cats.
The skeleton of the metal railings. It's obvious no cats were used in fabricating these. Maybe a prayer or two to St Eligius, patron saint of metal workers.
More railings to keep drunken Davy from falling off the balcony. Courtesy of St Monica, the patron saint of alchoholism and married women.
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