This week Jeri worked on what could be our tallest ceiling yet. We had 3 levels of scaffolding 6 foot high each. Plus an 8-foot ladder on top of that. I’m estimating the peak of the ceiling to be at 28 feet…. not a project for the faint of heart.
I was slightly miffed that the scaffold company just brought the scaffold into the entryway and left. The young brute didn’t stick around to even show us how to put it together (I actually own scaffold that we usually use, but this scaffold had to be higher and we were unfamiliar with how it was to be assembled). I swear…. my boys had better ALWAYS help 4 women set up scaffold. I’m old-fashioned like that. It’s just the right thing to do!
So we had to carry EVERY PIECE out to the client’s front lawn. Then take each piece back in one by one to set it up. It was not fun…. but we did it.
Oh and wait. What’s that???? “The client can’t shut her front door because our scaffolding is in the way?“ Are.you.kidding.me? Insert curseword! Curseword! Curseword!
It worked. We got the door back on. The client could shut her front door. I didn’t have to lay on the ground weeping and gnashing teeth because we had to take the entire scaffold apart to shut the door, and then rebuild the silly thing.
“After pictures” to be posted soon. Jeri textured. She glazed. She shaded. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.