An incredible amount of fence

FENCE. That has been my occupation – on and off – for a couple of weeks now, maybe three. It is not really an incredible amount of fence – BUT IT SEEMS LIKE IT. Crevices, corners, more crevices, cracks. I will never again paint a fence a light color; it only makes the above list more troublesome.

Now, if I could sit in a chair and square inch by square inch the fence would pass before me, that would be okay, but part of it is a foot taller than I am and part of it is a my foot level and that is an awful lot of up and downing.

Then, of course, I have to pay attention to the sun; can’t have any part to be painted be in the sun. Talk about playing the angles. One part of the fence is comprised of paint-sucking boards. You can’t put “coats” of paint on these boards, not one on top of the other. No you can go out and “feed” the fence over and over again and stand back and watch it suck in the paint, never mind the use of a primer. Part of this fence is from Hell, or someplace near there.

I don’t know but for some reason I was thinking today that maybe I would have taken pleasure in painting the darn thing purple.