A lost tarp. Paint flakes (including a square yard concentration of them at a remote end of my lot), blue tape, sandpaper disks, cigarette butts, a chicken bone scattered across my yard. Unexpected noises outside my bedroom window.
These are some of the pleasures of getting our house trim, garage, and fence painted.
Our painter is probably above-average, but still there are lots of nagging little things. He told us he’d call before he started, then he showed up a couple days early with no advance notice. Oh well, at least he and his crew worked pretty consistently on the job once they started. One night he told me the job was done, then he emailed us with a list of things he still had to do. Again, at least he took responsibility for those things. On the other hand, he completely overlooked the power washing. He had contracted to do that, but when I asked him about it, he said, “That’s another guy.” That was the first I heard of the other guy.