This is the summer of manual labor. Tackling weeding was not merely enough. I am now to paint the house.
It actually has been much better than weeding. I just think weeding the the worst possible chore my mother can give me. Rolling paint on the wall can sometimes be therapeutic until the fumes start to get to you.
It's actually fun to scrape the old paint off the walls. It's a nice way to take out any aggravation that you may have. The wall is understanding, you can take out your anger on it without any consequences.
There is nothing prettier than a fresh layer of paint on your house. It has made my house look a little less... well... old.
I think I'm going to become a regular handyman by the time summer ends. Yeah, who am I kidding? I am not handyman material.
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