Dinata Misovec

We had no idea what was going on in the house based on this trailer sitting outside.

Two more mud slingers!  And my screw head/orange peel paint theory was shot down. They were covering the screw heads. Yes, Derrick, the theory was logical.

The kitchen counter got a new look with the vertical stripes.

Here is a headless mud slinger in the pantry.

Then he moved to the bedroom window.  Their movements seem random to me, but they probably know what they are doing.

The action was not very exciting so we only watched for a short while.  We went to City Hall in downtown Leesburg, a place we had not been before. We had been given instructions for transferring the utilities to our name by the closing date.  (Yeah, it is still a long way off) What the instruction sheet did not tell us was that we needed proof of our right to be in the house, such as sales contract or rental agreement.  Oh well, we still have over a month to go back.

We took another trip to the house in the later afternoon, after quitting time.  The taper’s truck was parked in front of the house.

Here is the state of the family room wall.

The pile of sand out front had some beautiful erosion from our regular thunderstorms.

Then, I got a clue what it is for.

That pile of sand and cement is not for our front porch as I had thought.  It is stucco cement for the outside of the house.  I’m looking forward to that.

The Mud Slinger was mixing his mud in the garage.  That huge collection of joint compound boxes had a pre-mixed compound in them.  He poured huge globs of it into two five-gallon buckets. It was very thick, like paste or bread dough. That gray bucket has huge a mixer beater in it. He added a cup of water to the mix.

Then he attached his heavy-duty drill to the beater and began to stir. This stuff was so thick that the bucket danced around a bit. It took a good bit of mixing to get the right consistency.

I took several pictures of the mixing but liked this one the best.

For the first time EVER, Andy declined my offer for him to lick the beaters.

Finally, The Mud Slinger picked up both buckets and walked back in the house.  He might be a small man, but don’t challenge him to an arm-wrestling match.