- Jun 19, 2000
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I'm in the process of refurbishing the deck I built 22 years ago. Composite decking and maintenance free railing will be going on. Right now, I'm tearing off deck boards and posts, replacing/reworking a bit of framing, and getting ready to make two new stringers for the stairs to replace two out of the five. The new materials are being delivered Wednesday and I have some help lined up for later in the week.
Anyway, with the deck boards removed next to the house I saw that I should do a quick touch up to the paint where the boards were up against the house. I bring the gallon can up from the basement with no clue as to the excitement that was imminent.
I put it on the workbench, remove the lid and start to stir. There is a hard lump in the bottom of the can which I quizzically assume is pigment. I manage to successfully work through the lump and am happily stirring assuming I've got all that pigment getting mixed in while looking into the can. What I'm not looking at is the workbench where the massive hole I have torn into the bottom of the can is leaking and the pool of paint is big and growing bigger. I of course, like a dumbass, raise up the can and when I do so a gush of paint starts roaring out the bottom. It's all over the workbench, is running between the seams of the boards making up the top of the bench, is all over my tools and stuff on the shelf under the bench, is on the floor in a big pool and I'm trying to process what to do next. The can was over 3/4 full and it's rapidly draining.
I yell out HELP! My wife comes running from the house as I grab a cardboard box in desperation to try and contain the flow. When she gets there I tell her to grab a bucket and I get the can into it. We got it cleaned up pretty well and I ended up throwing away a box with automotive light bulbs and a couple of staple guns that I forgot I even had along with a few other things in it that I will never miss.
When I last had the house painted I bought a brand new empty can and poured the last of the paint into it thinking that it would last a good long time. It's been six years and that's as long as it took to rot through. Those "lumps" in hindsight weren't pigment but must have been bubbles of rust and I tore through them with a stirring stick.
I'm thinking I'd better dispose of the trim paint that was also put into a new can before it rots through also.
Anyway, with the deck boards removed next to the house I saw that I should do a quick touch up to the paint where the boards were up against the house. I bring the gallon can up from the basement with no clue as to the excitement that was imminent.
I put it on the workbench, remove the lid and start to stir. There is a hard lump in the bottom of the can which I quizzically assume is pigment. I manage to successfully work through the lump and am happily stirring assuming I've got all that pigment getting mixed in while looking into the can. What I'm not looking at is the workbench where the massive hole I have torn into the bottom of the can is leaking and the pool of paint is big and growing bigger. I of course, like a dumbass, raise up the can and when I do so a gush of paint starts roaring out the bottom. It's all over the workbench, is running between the seams of the boards making up the top of the bench, is all over my tools and stuff on the shelf under the bench, is on the floor in a big pool and I'm trying to process what to do next. The can was over 3/4 full and it's rapidly draining.
I yell out HELP! My wife comes running from the house as I grab a cardboard box in desperation to try and contain the flow. When she gets there I tell her to grab a bucket and I get the can into it. We got it cleaned up pretty well and I ended up throwing away a box with automotive light bulbs and a couple of staple guns that I forgot I even had along with a few other things in it that I will never miss.
When I last had the house painted I bought a brand new empty can and poured the last of the paint into it thinking that it would last a good long time. It's been six years and that's as long as it took to rot through. Those "lumps" in hindsight weren't pigment but must have been bubbles of rust and I tore through them with a stirring stick.
I'm thinking I'd better dispose of the trim paint that was also put into a new can before it rots through also.
