Yesterday was Waitangi Day, a public holiday marking the day in 1840 New Zealand’s “founding document”, the Treaty of Waitangi,was signed. Like all public holidays, it means a great deal to some and little to others. While some people fill it with honour and ceremony, others garden, picnic, go to festivals (such as our very own I ♥ New Brighton) or enjoy a lie in; for yet others it is a day tinged with sorrow and anger. Each and every one of these viewpoints is entirely valid, real, and right if you ask us and we’re not going to be drawn into any hot-under-the-collar debate. Besides, we’re too busy for any kind of pontificating because this weekend has been ringed on the Homestead calendar for the longest time; identified as the start date for painting the outside of our humble dwelling.
The south wall, the direction from whence all our truly hideous weather arrives, has already been spruced up; job-done over the summer of 2011. As luck would have it, ignorance of the local body building laws regarding compliance and permits and that kind of stuff by the previous owners resulted in the replacement of the soggy mess of cladding on that wall being their responsibility. It’s a long and boring story, suffice to say we didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and slapped on the required coats of paint before someone else’s hard work was undone by the weather again. It was only the next year when we went to undertake step two of the predetermined four year external Homestead makeover, the prevailing wind-beaten east wall, that we struck the whole weatherboard replacement problem so documented in previous posts. But, oh happy days, that excuse no longer exists and a-painting we will go.
Friday dawned rather bleak and grey after a wet and wild night, but we were undeterred. The Renovator had been around filling all the nail holes and such earlier in the week so, with sandpaper in hand, and belt sander in the arsenal we set to work.
Some of us atop ladders, some of us with our feet on the ground…
we all worked intently, cheerfully and diligently…
until, by the end of the day, with spaghetti arms, no fingerprints, stretched tempers, and only barely speaking to each other, the front wall was ready.
This morning was spent spot undercoating the filler and cleaning the front wall
it was time for the first coat of paint.
It still needs another couple of coats, plus the trim and window sills, but we’re pretty pleased. Will we be working on it tomorrow? Not likely. Tomorrow, we’re taking the day off: a walk down the beach, maybe a bowl of chips and a glass or two in the garden at Pierside, maybe an ice cream in the sun…
We reckon we’ve earned it.