It's been almost a year since I had my accident. People ask me "Are you afraid of riding?" Heck no, I'm afraid of painting! I had started a painting project right before the accident. I patched holes and painted one wall. Here we are, almost a year later, and my house still looks like it has measles. I'm not proud of that. I'm going to fix those walls soon. I started the outdoor paint projects, fearing the paintbrush would slip out of my hand inside and land on the hardwood floors. I'm painting the runs, and I haven't dropped the brush one time. That's huge.
Some of the runs are more challenging to paint than others. Here's Perfect Paj's run -
See any teeth marks? I don't think so! Now let's look at somebody else's run. I'm not naming names, but he's 18.2 hands tall, and his name is not Boomer.
We've had a few chew spots in new paint, but I'm winning. I'm painting the chew spots with RustOleum primer, and then I'll paint over them all with RustOleum paint. My next project is the little hay shed. I want to paint it to match the barn.
After the hay barn, maybe I'll finally be ready to tackle the house.