hmmm... It would be easier to paint the underside if I just leaned it on its side... I know it's heavy but I can do this... There, leaning on the the seat edge... one more tilt and I'll have it where I want it...
THEN...this seemingly innocuous monster comes alive: With all of my strength I try to balance what now seems like a redwood tree as it lurches toward the steps. Great! I can use the brick steps to rest it on! Oh, No! This Paul Bunyan of boards knocks over the can of paint pouring the contents onto the patio floor. I can't see the can, of course, but just a glimpse of a huge puddle now pooling on the floor.
With all of my might I try to brace the table and "somehow" get my foot under the top edge. In some bizarre dance I can not free both of my feet. To free one foot leaves the table sitting on the other. I *seriously* think I am going to break the toes in both of my feet. I have no idea how but I manage to get the table off of my feet and as gently as possible, drop it face down on the patio floor. I stand dazed, wondering, "What just happened?"
I ran into the house to grab a pan and spatula to scoop up as much paint as I could and then I hosed and scrubbed and hosed and scrubbed some more. The stain is actually worse than it appears in the photo.
When my husband came home and saw the oval paint can he suspected something went awry. He said the table weights over two hundred pounds and thought the center of gravity changed when I put it on its side.
Putting last nights nightmare aside, I finished painting the table today. I was more than happy to crawl under the table to paint the underside.
I was especially appreciative of my toes!