I've spent a whole lot of time on my front porch this year, just sitting and doing nothing. I don't feel guilty about this in the least. After all, the whole purpose of having a nice front porch is to sit on it, right?
But sometimes when I was sitting out there I'd look up at the spandrel on the east side of the porch and feel a little twinge. See how it looks just a little ratty? That's because I primed the spindles and the trim pieces before Marion put the spandrel together, and then I never got around to painting the whole spandrel.
Whoops. Sometimes it bothered me enough that I waited until dark to go sit on the porch so I wouldn't have to see the unpainted spandrel. Gradually I realized that's not really a good solution to the problem.
But painting it is.