The eyes are the _windows_ of the soul, are they not, Zombie? And a mouth that gives you no lip but can still make you slip. Then again I may well just be seeing things.
What is beyond questioning at this stage is your comfort level dealing with paint mixes - primer with top coat, older paint with new and other very forward intermixes of variable origin - without noticeable concern about possibly ending up with some manner of unqualifiable goop.
I mean, I wouldn't discard that happening to me should I foolishly dare it at least.
This work is not for dolts, hand it over to Zombie - he'll get down to the nuts and bolts!
An apparently straightforward affair with the carts turns out to require differential treatment on each side, accounting for spacing, foreshadowing future wear and just downright finessing to reach the desired outcome.
It's like they say, thread lightly and carry the right hardware!
Consider me enlightened about the potential backroom 'project', Zombie.
Not only that, I've got to hand it to you for fleshing things out, like you just did, with regards to the realities of actually getting things done, which evidently is never as easy as it seems at first brush when our silly brains are not really engaged with the task itself and stepping through the issues one finds then and there.
The problems with the cart you get into are a prime example of just the kind of obstacle course one must navigate to, one way or another, eventually come to a workable fix at some point down the line.
So never you mind 'before pictures'. We get the true picture from your descriptions perfectly fine.
And enjoy your proverbial cookies, because you've sure as heck earned them!
Should there be any doubt, here plain can you see the wonders Zombie makes come about!
Just thinking of the initial state you found that flooring in, and the possibility of asbestos being in the picture... Man, it sure took you some doing, but I believe you found the right answer starting with the floor patching compound.
It's already apparent from that last photo that you've pretty much got it sorted at this point.
I'd also say to the boss: after all this, a chicken dinner is well in order at the very least!
Yes, sure, it is stupid not to do some more work after doing a lot of it already.
Damn, Zombie, you're unstoppable. The only work I actually did was to prolongue the life of an outside table (with attached benches) by sanding and paiting it. I left the poor table to the elements for too long already and it was either buying a new one (400€) or investing some work and money (cca. 50€). Which I did. I'll post that but first I have to decide for a new provider of web space for pics. I know I can upload them here but still, I like having the pics in one place. Photobucket is suddenly acting up on me and if you look at my AARs, the pics are ruined by watermarks etc. to push me into a monthly subscription.
If you can contain and maintain for another decade, Zombie - and your dedication made me a believer - I'll give you a free pass on the sill plate.
So, your ever roaming keen eye spotted decaying mortar joints, but I see you got to the bottom of it all pretty quick. Crummy metal really is our bane, this time a gutter spike. Just think of the cascading costs that result from it.
Service door: not bad he says? That red is now far from dead! Though I can imagine opening that door only to find the contrasting tones, outside and in, rather odd.