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Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Painting the town

After work last night I took a good hard look at the front porch I was rhapsodizing about in yesterday's post. It has three bags of leaves on display, a rake and two snow shovels. The vine wreath looks like it belongs in one of the leaf bags. At least the toboggan is not still out there. And the house needs to be painted.

I was naive enough not to realize that having one of these big old shingle-style behemoths painted could cost a five-figure sum until after we'd signed the mortgage. Silly me. So now we're collaring neighbors trying to get the name of one of those painters who do a decent job for under $10K.

My parents managed to snag the elusive Billy Kelly, a man so in demand that he doesn't even bother having a listed phone number. With Billy you get the whole brogue-and-ballad package if he actually agrees to paint your house, but you have to be willing to wait. His truck is going to be parked in front of a lot of other people's houses before he gets around to yours. My mother plied him with stew and soda bread for ages before he actually turned up with brushes and a ladder, and then she blasted the Irish Rovers tapes on her boom box to keep him coming back, along with the stew. The competition is brutal.

I bet Mr. Peppin is still out there, but he stopped doing exteriors when he turned 70.

Posted by emfoley at April 21, 2004 10:45 PM