Wah, painting the white fence has given me hippenitis. That my word for the slight soreness from standing up and squatting down repeatedly. It also put a real strain on knees already traumatized by years of jogging miles on asphalt and athletic tracks, especially the one at Hwa Chong and then at Amador Valley HS.
But it was therapeutic and now the fences where my brush have given a new lease on youth look beautiful. Still more to go and I so want to do the side facing the road too. And the tall one where the white rose bush climbs and draps over. Can't wait for the roses to bloom.
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