So this is what's happening here.
These very quiet looking windows are rotting off the house.
We paint all the time. This is a big house, not suitable to any all-at-once painting situation. We paint ourselves around the house, year by year.
Well. That's all fine and so forth until you come upon window sills which have not been looked at since the 80s.
It was the plan to scrape and repaint, same old.
Not going to work here.
This, however? This is a snapshot I took of Jay's mother's dad, John, on the floor beside our own John Kenneth.
Okay, good night. Time for bed.
Love, Val
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