This is the last big part of the house that still needs to be scraped and painted.
(I'm asking myself again why, WHY, did I leave this huge part for last??)
I think about a lot of things while I'm out there scraping paint: baseball (Royals in the postseason for the first time since 1985!), what's for supper, trying to remember whether Louis Cat is inside or outside...but lately I've been thinking about how many times I've run the scraper along the clapboards of this house. I don't mean how many days I've done it; I mean, how many times have I made that scythe motion back and forth, back and forth?
Eleventy billion, I reckon. More or less. Almost there.