Ever since I broke my collarbone last fall, my nephews Cody and Ramsey have called me Auntie T-Rex. Never mind that I haven't been in a splint or sling since December, this nickname appears to be here to stay. Ramsey called me this afternoon and I told him I was taking a break from scraping paint off the house. "Rawr!" he said, "Auntie T-Rex is working!"
Indeed, I was. Though it doesn't look like it, all the clapboards below that big swath of white primer are done. The paint that's left on there is from just a few years ago and it's not a quarter-inch thick and alligatored like the rest of the old paint, so it can stay. Tomorrow, weather permitting, I'm hoping to get the rest of the scraping done and to get a coat of primer on there. Rawr!