Right now, a painter and his crew (of one) are busy pressure washing our house. The air in the house is filled with sounds of high speed water and the clanking of a rake against the foundation, pulling away the gravel from around our house. Sometime tomorrow he’ll be back to paint this bright, clean house, and our long ordeal will be over. Okay, fine, our days long ordeal will be over.
I don’t know who this “Posterity” character is, but I managed to grab a picture of our house a mere 10 minutes before the guys got to work:
And there it is in all its glory, surrounded by, as I mentioned previously, tons of gravel that goes by the poetic name of, I believe, “madison gold,” which is a deeply exaggerative term for “dirt-colored rock.”
As you can see (if you bothered to embigger it,) the paint is in just atrocious condition. Shouldn’t we be so ashamed of living in such a run-down shack? Well, tomorrow, we will have no more need of shame, for we will have a shiny garage door!