Pitiful Progress

Here's my  meager progress for today:

Pitiful.  It was nice weather today and I was hoping to get a lot more done.  However, I have the upper body strength of a six-year-old, so it's slow going.  I took a break mid-afternoon to whine to my friend John about how difficult it is to remove the paint. 

"Use a heat gun," he said.

"I'm afraid I'll burn the house down," I told him. 

"I'd be a little worried about that too," he admitted, "but keep it moving, hold it on there just until the paint softens, and you'll be okay."

So I tried it.  To absolutely no effect.  In fact, I think I heard the paint laughing at me. 

Back to the carbide scraper I went.  By the end of the summer, maybe I'll muscle up to the strength of a ten-year-old.