Nice weather on my days off has me thinking about scraping some more paint off the house. My goal is to finish up the west wall and the back (north) wall before the end of the year. Let's take a look...
Here's the west wall:
Here's the north wall:
So yes, I do have my work cut out for me. I should be dreading it. I should start lifting weights now to get my noodly arms back in shape. I should be crying myself to sleep just thinking of the hours and hours of work ahead of me. But you know what? I'm not. And here's my crazy confession for the week: I kinda miss scraping paint. I know, I know, it's a horrible job and it takes forever and it makes my arm muscles scream for mercy, but still...I kinda miss it. I miss being bone-tired at the end of the day from physical labor. I miss being able to look back at the end of the day and see visible results of all my work that day. (Even if it's a far smaller patch of bare wood than I'd hoped for.) I miss that seeing the house turn from flaking yellow paint to bare wood to white primer to smooth gray paint. I actually miss all that.
Somebody remind me that I said this come July, okay?