Cross Cultures, Kerrville, Texas!

I have a confession to make to all of y’all. This morning, I decided to finally finish painting our front porch deck. I painted half of it barn red, months ago, but I never got around to painting the other half. So, since it was a beautiful morning, with low humidity, I asked Tony to help me put the cat and the dogs up, so I could complete my painting project.

After Tony fulfilled my request, he opened up the can of barn red oil based paint, and went to stirring it. The paint was real thick, and Tony told me that it was ruined, so I went inside the trailer, filled a glass with creek water, and then went back outside and poured it into the paint bucket. Tony stirred and stirred and the paint wasn’t near as thick as it had been!

Tony then filled my paint tray, and I went to work—rolling paint on all of the unpainted surfaces and then I repainted the original paint—then I went inside. Mission finally accomplished!

After lunch, Tony and I took off to Kerrville to go to Cross Cultures to complete my new wardrobe, Wal Mart to buy more air time for Tony’s phone, the craft store, to buy a stamp for the event and lastly to get groceries at HEB.

On our way home, I thanked Tony for helping me with my paint job, earlier this morning. “I hope the paint is dry when we get home,” I said. “When I painted the first half, it took over twenty hours for that oil paint to dry, because it was real humid that day.”

“What?” Tony asked. “That was oil based paint?”

“Yes, Tony.”

“Nance, you never told me that it was oil paint. Oil and water don’t mix. It will probably be all bubbly or not take at all.”

When we arrived home, the water and oil paint was nearly dried, but it looked like a mess—there were clear patches and dark patches, here and there! And, I have to admit—oil and water definitely don’t mix!

This evening, Jon Wolfmueller called to talk to me about our sold out event, this coming Saturday. During our conversation I told him about the mess I had created on the front porch. “It looks like I am going to have to buy a bucket of latex paint tomorrow, and repaint the entire front porch.”

“Nancy, you can’t,” Jon said. “The oil paint won’t adhere to the latex. You will probably have to re-sand the entire porch and steps.”

“Are you serious, Jon?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Forget that,” I said to Jon. “It will be easier to remove the front porch entirely, and we can just use ladders to get inside the trailer and into Outer Space.” We both laughed!

Tomorrow, I am planning on vacuuming the outside of our trailer’s front porch and Outer Space, because of the thousands of spider webs that seem to really like it here. Our trailer, right now, looks like a haunted trailer, that the Adam’s family poorer relatives would live in—it’s scary and I don’t do scary or spiders!

P.S. I have decided to leave the porch as it is, and in six months, when it will need repainting—I’ll buy latex paint!

P.S.S. At Cross Cultures, I purchased a new tie-dyed t-shirt, a necklace with a peace sign, a purse from India, and a black hat with a peace sign on it, and the word peace on the brim! I wore them over to Kinky’s for shock value—he just smiled when he saw me, and then we discussed the future musical events for the spring. And, the names he was throwing out at me, for the future Bonefit events out here, were totally awesome—to say the least!!