Comments on: I’m In Maui, Day 24!

By: ninme

ninme — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 16:48:57 +0000

Um, they’re bamboo-shaped. They used to be painted 70s off-white, then Grandma handed them over to some lady who “dipped” them a medium brown (Grandma gave me a big lecture on how that was the only way to properly paint chairs, to get the paint all in the crevices) and then rubbed on a dark brown in streaks to mimic wood grain (seriously, until I started sanding them down and saw the brown chipping off, I’d forgotten that whole episode and I thought they were just stained bamboo). So what do they tell me to do? Paint the chairs. I spent at least a week on them. I could have spent that last week relaxing and not getting as sick as I did, but nooo. My aunt had done new seat covers. They told me to paint them. So then the last night I call home to tell them that I’m not going to finish them and dad says in the background, “if they’re so hard to paint why didn’t she just buy new ones?”

I could have killed someone.

The couch is rattan.

By: HalfEmpty

HalfEmpty — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 21:22:09 +0000

Are teh chars babmboo or rattan? I can’t tell.

By: ninme

ninme — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 16:56:00 +0000

I’ve raised my fees. Besides travel and a modest per diem, I’ll expect my wages paid in vitamin drinks.

By: DirtCrashr

DirtCrashr — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:22:55 +0000

Beautiful work, and not easy in those conditions. Do you have a gas-grill on the balcony? It’s practically mandatory. I’ll bet one reason for forbidding extra-friends was that it’s harder to kick two out than one if they decide to take up permanent residence. Everytime I go I don’t want to come back, ever.

By: Brett_McS

Brett_McS — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 23:47:55 +0000

Awesome.

I've just bought a house in Oz. Needs a bit of work. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

By: HalfEmpty

HalfEmpty — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 14:34:42 +0000

(we were forbidden from every bringing friends when my grandmother was around; that she let my eldest cousin bring his friends was probably a prescient sign of her coming deterioration).

Hahhahaha! Heh, Heh, um.

My Aunt Eloise arrived at 7:30 a.m. one fine Sunday Morning in June in the jointly, severaly and otherwise owned beachhouse. Occupied by 5 seriously inebriated 17 year old boys. It was all I could do to remember her name. LOL. The sun, it was terrible. To this day she has never squealed on me. (I think). Heh, later became Superintendent of Skools of the area.