Every year, without fail, I get to repaint the top railing on the front porch, the result of the previous year’s hail. Without fail, there’s hail on the rail.
And when I’m painting I am reminded of Tom and Huck whitewashing the fence for Aunt Polly, slapping on the paint which will inevitably need a new coat the following year. I guess it’s good I can relate to some literary characters in a tangible way?
The only thing missing from my adventure was a cute pair of overalls. Still too chilly and cloudy for that. Alas, I have more painting to do and another opportunity to emulate Mr. Twain’s twosome.
Where’s Becky Thatcher when you need her?