My parents hastily purchased this new home last August before I left for Ecuador and slowly, they have been getting around to making it their own. Today, I got to play first mate to captain dad while we painted our front porch a lovely shade of red. Our plan of attack was tossed when dad impulsively started painting the top half, which prompted us to cover everything but the railings. Turns out, I am not a bad first mate. Despite the debates and strategies, I can say we did a decent job on phase one.
Sadly, this is the most work I've done since mid-June. Tomorrow, it is my duty as first mate to put a second coat on the top porch. The railings are for this weekend. I finally feel a little bit useful.