Day 359: The agony of defeat

Out here in the west where the air is dry, we use a special kind of air conditioner that cools the air by evaporating water. The water line for the air conditioner runs through the attic. Last July, after completely redoing the drywall of the ceiling throughout the living room and most of the kitchen, the husband turned the water on for the air conditioner and then promptly left town for 2 weeks. I also left town for 1.5 weeks at the same time.

You know where this is going.

I returned home from my trip to find a big soggy saggy mess of ceiling drywall. When it was all said and done, a huge portion of the drywall had to be removed and replaced.



I called our contractor and he sent some guys out to replace the drywall and retexture the ceiling. This was last July. As I mentioned the other day, late last week I finally got up the courage to re-prime and re-paint the area.



And guess what? My worst fear came true. The texture of the new portion not only isn't anywhere close to matching the original texture, now that it is all painted, the difference sticks out like a massive sore thumb.



I could have screamed. Actually, I think I might have screamed.

The only thing I can think of to do is skim coat the repaired part and then bring out the guys who originally did the texture in the rest of the house and have them retexture the entire living room and kitchen ceiling to blend everything together.

And if you're following along, you know that means that when they are done I'll have to re-prime and re-paint this area. Again. For the third time.

Oh, the agony of defeat.