How to paint your concrete floor without any paint: How to do it yourself
A few weeks ago, I was in the middle of painting my concrete floor in the garage, when my father-in-law came over to the door.
He was sitting at a small table with a cup of coffee and a notebook.
His name was Mike.
“I just want to say how proud I am of you, Mike,” he said.
“You’ve been working hard.”
I was just about to say, “What’s up?”
But I wasn’t ready to share the secret.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he reminded me.
“If they know about it, they’ll call the police.
And if they don’t, they might get in trouble.
So don’t say anything.”
He continued: “We paint the floor here, Mike.
We have a good reputation here.”
I knew he was right, and I was pretty excited to share it with my friends.
And I did, and now it’s becoming a regular thing for me to do.
But I also knew I couldn’t share it publicly, not even to my family, not to my friends, not for myself.
I had to keep it a secret.
I knew I could never tell my parents.
I was so nervous I didn’t even know if I could walk down the street without someone seeing me painting my floors.
“But Mike,” my mother-in‑law said.
My mother- in‑law has two kids who are in college.
One of them is studying electrical engineering at California Polytechnic State University.
Her husband works for a company that supplies electrical and computer products to the Navy.
He works with a lot of people.
One day, she said, he told her he was painting a deck in his garage, and she said he had a secret, too.
“My son said he was going to tell his parents,” she said.
They weren’t sure what that secret was.
But they did share the news with me.
I didn, too, until a couple of weeks ago.
When I told them about my secret, they laughed.
I thought, What did he mean by that?
What did you mean by painting your floors?
But now, I’m beginning to understand.
I don’t think it’s as scary as I thought.
I’m no longer afraid of painting floors.
It’s a good thing.
But it’s a difficult thing.
“We’re trying to paint the concrete floor, Mike, and it’s going to be tough,” my father said.
I asked him how long it took him to paint my floors, and he laughed again.
“Oh, about three hours,” he told me.
It took three hours.
It was one of the most difficult things he’s ever had to do, and even though he wanted to paint everything, it took three different people to do so.
“This is not easy,” he continued.
“When we paint, it’s so important that the floor is dry.
It looks great, it looks like the ceiling, it feels nice.
But when you put it on concrete, it cracks, it falls apart, and when it’s dry, it doesn’t look great.”
It was a tough task.
“It’s a little scary,” he added.
He didn’t want to let people see it, but he couldn’t tell my wife or kids.
“So I can’t tell them,” I told him.
“The only thing I can tell them is, Don’t tell anybody.”
But I was getting nervous about what he would say.
“Mike,” I said, “I want to tell you something.
This is going to take a lot longer than I thought it would.”
But he said he would tell them anyway.
I told my father to leave the house and not come in, and the next morning, when I woke up the next day, he had already painted the floors.
I love it.
I just don’t want anyone to see it.
Mike, the owner of Mike’s Concrete Floor Painting, in Santa Rosa, California, California.
He said he painted my floors because of the success of the company.
I wanted to share what he said with my family to show how amazing the job is.
“Why don’t you just let us know what you’re painting?” my father asked me.
He wanted to tell me about the people who helped him.
I said I didn.
And he asked, “Where’s the video?”
I said that he had one and I didn to show it to my kids.
And then he went back to painting, and finished the floor in two hours.
He called the people that helped him “the team,” because they were the ones who painted it.
But what I found was that they were not his team.
They were people who were working on a different project, which I was happy to let them know about.
“They are,” he confirmed.
“And they are the team.”
My family members, who I’m sure are