{"id":16,"date":"1999-07-29T18:07:31","date_gmt":"1999-07-29T22:07:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.geomix.com\/wordpress\/?p=16"},"modified":"1999-07-29T18:07:31","modified_gmt":"1999-07-29T22:07:31","slug":"the-house-painter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/?p=16","title":{"rendered":"The House Painter"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The house painter\u00a0 <\/span>knocked on the door.\u00a0 <\/span>He was holding a fat, narrow book with several hundred house paint colors in his hand.\u00a0 <\/span>We shook hands and exchanged greetings.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He looked young to me, but I\u2019m not a good judge of age.\u00a0 <\/span>I could smell alcohol on his breath, but he was not drunk.\u00a0 <\/span>He was stout, with a certain leering, humorous air about him.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>I told him that I don\u2019t make big decisions quickly and that I could spend a week deciding what color to paint the house.\u00a0 <\/span>He told me he had the perfect color for the house.\u00a0 <\/span>He then flipped to a page of a certain color range, starting fairly light at the top and gradually darkening at the bottom.\u00a0 <\/span>He pointed to the second bar from the top.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cIvory beige,\u201d he said.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cIt\u2019ll go perfect with this brick.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He held it up to the paint on the house next to brick facing.\u00a0 <\/span>We stood there on the porch discussing the paint job.\u00a0 <\/span>He pointed to two houses across the street, explaining how he painted them.\u00a0 <\/span>He suggested what he called \u201cdouble white\u201d for the wood trim, then launched into a long, complicated explanation of exacly what double white was, with different colors blended (there are endless shades of white).\u00a0 <\/span>I even asked him to repeat himself.\u00a0 <\/span>I never registered the explanation of double white, though, because my mind had drifted for a moment into preoccupation, but I quickly brought my focus back to the discussion.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>We agreed to the work to be done.\u00a0 <\/span>He was to clean the roof with chemicals, and paint the outside of the house.\u00a0 <\/span>Before painting, he would pressure clean, caulk all cracks and repair the stucco.\u00a0 <\/span>We also discussed the aethetics of the various paint jobs within view, and he pointed out those he had done.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He mentioned the police moving into a house on the corner; then we started discussing neighborhood crime.\u00a0 <\/span>He told a few funny storys.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He said he was driving in his van at three o’clock in the morning.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>“I pulled out from a stop sign,” he said, “and my fan belt sqealed loudly.”<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>“Next thing I knew, there were blue lights behind me and I was pulled over.\u00a0 <\/span>As the policeman gets out of the car he is pulling on these fingerless gloves.\u00a0 <\/span>He puts on his sunglasses, at night!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>“He looked at my tires and said, ‘I can give you a ticket for these.’<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>“I told him I could show him receipts for the tires from three months ago.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>“He then told me he was giving me a ticket for exhibition of acceleration.”<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The house painter\u00a0 knocked on the door.\u00a0 He was holding a fat, narrow book with several hundred house paint colors in his hand.\u00a0 We shook hands and exchanged greetings. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He looked young to me, but I\u2019m not a good judge of age.\u00a0 I could smell alcohol on his breath, but he was not drunk.\u00a0 He was stout, with a certain leering, humorous air about him. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I told him that I don\u2019t make big decisions quickly and that I could spend a week deciding what color to paint the house.\u00a0 He told me he had the perfect color for the house.\u00a0 He then flipped to a page of a certain color range, starting fairly light at the top and gradually darkening at the bottom.\u00a0 He pointed to the second bar from the top. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIvory beige,\u201d he said.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019ll go perfect with this brick.\u201d \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He held it up to the paint on the house next to brick facing.\u00a0 We stood there on the porch discussing the paint job.\u00a0 He pointed to two houses across the street, explaining how he painted them.\u00a0 He suggested what he called \u201cdouble white\u201d for the wood trim, then launched into a long, complicated explanation of exacly what double white was, with different colors blended (there are endless shades of white).\u00a0 I even asked him to repeat himself.\u00a0 I never registered the explanation of double white, though, because my mind had drifted for a moment into preoccupation, but I quickly brought my focus back to the discussion. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We agreed to the work to be done.\u00a0 He was to clean the roof with chemicals, and paint the outside of the house.\u00a0 Before painting, he would pressure clean, caulk all cracks and repair the stucco.\u00a0 We also discussed the aethetics of the various paint jobs within view, and he pointed out those he had done. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He mentioned the police moving into a house on the corner; then we started discussing neighborhood crime.\u00a0 He told a few funny storys. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He said he was driving in his van at three o’clock in the morning. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “I pulled out from a stop sign,” he said, “and my fan belt sqealed loudly.” \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “Next thing I knew, there were blue lights behind me and I was pulled over.\u00a0 As the policeman gets out of the car he is pulling on these fingerless gloves.\u00a0 He puts on his sunglasses, at night! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “He looked at my tires and said, ‘I can give you a ticket for these.’ \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “I told him I could show him receipts for the tires from three months ago. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “He then told me he was giving me a ticket for exhibition of acceleration.” \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jeffdawson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}