Yet another sunny day. I've been painting the house. It is not my ideal work. The old board walls are rotting away and painting them is not an easy feat. With every flick of the paintbrush old wood falls to the ground. I can't seem to get every nook and cranny, and I certainly cannot make my cabin look any better. I'm not painting for physical appearance, but rather for functionality. My hopes are that the paint will preserve the wood. High hopes for such old walls, though. Keeping an old home in new shape is not easy. But letting it rot away in Alaska's harsh weather is not an option. So, paint I shall- until the bucket runs empty.
