Adventures in Home Improvement

The banister of which I spoke of yesterday is being a little witch.  Well, actually it's not the banister's fault, it's the weather.  It's too cold for anything to dry in less than 12 hours so by the time I got back out to check on it, I found the surface was much more rough than I remembered the night before when hypothermia was setting in.  So I grabbed a 220 grit piece o' sandpaper and got to work.  I flipped it the way I should've done it when I painted it the first time but I was getting hungry for lunch so I decided I'd wait to paint after lunch.

When I went out to the garage, I flipped on the main light and it blew.  Seriously?  I grumble over in my grubby Crocs that make me look like I have club feet hence the reason I never wear them for anything other than home projects.  I make sure the garage door is closed but the light is on because I don't need to end up on the internet attempting to change a light bulb.  With my luck I'd fall directly onto the semi-dry banister, get the wind knocked out of me and have a white paint stripe down me like Pepe le Pew's cat friend while Earl the Loner comes in for a tight shot on camera phone.  I grab this step ladder thingy that always makes me angry because it never wants to set up right for me.  The Mr whips it open like nothing.  Me?  I'm like Snoopy fighting with the beach chair at Thanksgiving dinner for those bastard neighbor kids that invited themselves over for dinner.  I realize it's going to be too short anyway.  I grab the bigger ladder, a light bulb and try to center myself without disturbing the banister.  I climb up the ladder, reach toward the bulb...click.  The garage light shuts off leaving me in complete darkness.  You can imagine my glee.  I think I made up a few new curse words.  I climb down and open the door into the house and trudge back up the ladder.  I'm not comfortable going up another rung with no one else home so I somehow get the bulb screwed in and out by my fingertips.  I was finally able to put the next coat on after all of that.

This project is going to prove that we are essentially comic strips for the universe to snicker at.  I have deluded myself into thinking my dad's DIY genes have kicked in where there is no proof of that to be found.  So this may morph into a weight loss/DIY/DIY disaster blog over the next few weeks.  I'm doing a lot of research and trying to not be scared to jump into things instead of always paying someone do stuff for us or buying something new and pitching something that could be salvaged.  I'm down with giving it a go, are you down following my adventures into the unknown?

Do you fancy yourself a DIYer?  If so, what's your best tip for a noob?
(It should be noted I accidentally typed boob the first time)

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