Git R Done

Before I left SoCal, a friend told me there 3 things I needed to know about moving to the Southeast.

1. Sweet Tea (sweetened ice tea)
2. "3" (holding the three middle fingers up in reverence to Dale Earnhardt)
3. "Git R Done" (an expression of getting something finished or accomplished)

1. I have seen Sweet Tea everywhere--occasionally I'll even see it have its own line on the drink list:

Soda
Bottled water
Sweet Tea

2. I have not seen "3" yet, but then again, I've only been to the grocery store and Home Depot. But I'm confident that I'll see it soon.

3. And finally, when I was getting my oil changed (as recommended after driving a car across the country), the young man who checked me in confidently told me he'd "git r done" in 10 minutes. BTW, if any one needs their oil changed quickly in Columbia, I highly recommend Express Oil Change on Garners Ferry Road.

Well after 2 heat-filled days working the garage, I wanted to Git R Done. I took advantage of the cooler temp (78 degrees, 20% humidity) in the morning only to run out of paint:

Despite the cooler temps, I was sweating like a dog and by the time I was able to pick up yet another can of paint from the Home Depot, the temp had hit 91 again. Since I was already sweating, I challenged myself not to use the a/c again. It seems South Carolina is turning me into a masochist.

Anyhoo, happy to report that painting the garage is hereby finished:

I will caveat that no one should hire me as a painter. A friend sympathetically texted how the "prepwork" (taping and covering) is the worst part. I snorted prepwork? In my obsession with getting this garage done before the movers get here (due tomorrow), time-sucking and effort-consuming "prepwork" went out the window. Granted I wouldn't be this cavalier about the organic, work-in-progress pattern that is now my garage floor, with an interior room. And though I used my best "cutting in" painting skills around the various fixtures on the walls where I could reach them, without a ladder shaped like an A I really couldn't tape up the fixtures on the ceiling anyway, so they were a bit of an unavoidable sacrifice in terms of paint smears on them.

I will also say that painting this high ceiling with a roller on an extension pole is literally a pain in the neck. And the lower back. Did I mention the girl and I squeezed in sealing in the bricks? Scott Pilgrim, you better be a worthy reward.

So just to give a final perspective, here's the Before taken on Sunday night:

And here's the After taken 3 nights (and 2 cans of sealer and 4 cans of paint-requiring 3 trips to the Home Depot in itself) later:

Got R Done.