I have been doing a lot of posts about painting the exterior of the Cross House.
On occasion, I have to remind myself why I am having my fifty-nine-year-old body climb up/down three stories to paint a massive 122-year-old house?
This is insane, actually.
But…but…there is no better way for me to acquaint myself with the exterior than doing what I am doing. I get to see every inch, even all the way to the tippy-top, and all up close. I literally touch every inch. As such, I become well acquainted with myriad problems which have gone unattended to for decades.
I have discovered flashing issues (fixed!) and cracks causing leaks (fixed) and rotted shingles (replaced!) and clogged downspouts (unclogged!) and scary amounts of missing mortar on the north chimney (now on the the To Do list!) and rotted window sills (repaired!) and endless small issues all needing attention if the Cross House is to survive for another century.
Moroever, had I not been doing the painting, I would never have discovered, for example, that five medallions were missing! Now replaced!