This weekend, my dad and I prepped and painted the trim on the house. As usual, it took longer than expected. The garage trim and the metal railings still need to be painted. I am pleased with how it looks. I had trouble picking out the trim color - the first was too brown ("babyshit green") and the second was too blue, and the third was too green. I ended up having to rely on picking something that was in between all of those shades. It didn't actually look right on the color card, but I took a chance and bought a gallon. As soon as I saw it on the trim, however, I knew it was the right color. I'll take pictures and post them once the tape comes off.
As of now, I have painted, modified and/or replaced virtually single surface of my house, inside and out, at least once. OK, I haven't done the roof, but that doesn't count. The exception is the garage trim, the fireplace and and the trim on the inside of my front door, and they're all at the top of the to-do list.
I got a lot of help from my dad. I didn't plan it this way, and didn't ask him to do anything, but he kept volunteering. He's been working on it during the week, doing a lot of the odds and ends that didn't get done in our three day painting marathon. Today is his 79th birthday. I took him and my mom out for brunch and then we painted. I apologized for having him paint on his birthday but he said he liked it. He'll work on the garage trim this week.
My grandfather was a painter. He painted cars for Chrysler and did houses to make extra money. Apparently,the painting gene is strong because my dad, my brother and I all have it. I haven't gotten my dad to help with very much painting prior to this, since I mainly painted the interior. My brother, who doesn't own a house, has even painted the exterior of a friend's house. So yes, insanity is hereditary.