First off, I needed Mop n Glo. Things didn't quite work out as planned. The bottle is very large, heavy and roundish, making it difficult to hang on to. OH MY GOSH!! Wasn't I embarrassed when it slipped from my hand on to the checkout floor. The top broke like a dam, with wax going everywhere. I SWEAR, that has never happened to me before!!
I apologized several times as the sweetheart of a checkout girl ran and got another bottle. I offered to pay for both, but she refused. In the back of my head, I was hoping this wasn't a sign of things to come. I made sure my will was intact, just in case I fell off the roof.
Once home, I began to set up. There was lots of loose gravel, so I placed these two boards down to set the ladder on. See? I'm as safe as I can be. Dan's ladder was tall enough (just barely) so I could reach the RV ladder and skinny up, landing on my knees. I had already thrown the mop up top. Honestly, going UP is the easy part. It's getting back DOWN that's dicey!
Nice view!!! I started at the front and began mopping, or rather spreading the stuff around. It seemed to be working pretty well. I should have taken a rag with me, but I wasn't going down to get one. Man that's a big roof! It must be close to 2,000 square feet! In no time my back was screaming. No wonder we don't wax our floors any more.
Probably not the best of jobs, but I smoothed it out as much as I could with a $9.00 sponge mop. I'm thinking if I took the mop head off and did it by hand, it might be better. I remembered to take one picture, but not until I was back OFF the RV ladder. It's still drying here, but I think will require one more coat. Yeah, I'll be back up on the ladder today. Don't tell anyone!!
In the afternoon, I contemplated all this fabric that needs to be organized and put away, but got absolutely nothing done in that respect. Instead, I played Susie Homemaker and ran the vacuum around, picking up all the dead scorpions and wasps I could find. Honestly, I'd rather be up on the roof!!
After another wonderful taco soup dinner at the Chance house, this is what we all looked by 8:00.
It's usually breezy here in the mornings, so as soon as the wind dies down, I'll be back up for the second coat of wax. That should do it for this round.
Our little coyote friend came back last night, yipping for Cooper to come out and play. I don't know what Cooper said in return, but he marked his territory about 89 times before we went to bed. I'm guessing it was not "let's be friends and go to the dog park"!!