I was without my computer for 4 days last week and had problems for two weeks before that, so I've had to re-learn how to live without that daily routine. Fortunately the weather was just beautiful and cooperated in getting my fall painting done. (Yet again!) It seems I paint the porches and steps every year. It doesn't matter if I undercoat, use oil or latex, sand first, or anything. The winter just peels the paint off every time. That's one of the reasons I have never painted the porch floor you see Tommy sitting on below. It still has its 108 year patina.
This is my under-porch hidey-hole for kitties. (And where raccoons go to die.)
I know those piers look bad, but they are terrible to begin with and I refuse to try to pretty them up. Some idiot replaced the rounded-red-brick-with-granite-cap ones that were there with these abominations many years ago when they painted my brick and foundations.
I'll end this with some photos of the awesomeness that is my house.