Painting, Ugh.

So we're building this house for me. That's a little bit strange; I guess most people don't build their own houses. My dad was looking for something useful to do to in the evenings, so he started building me a house. I guess that's even stranger. There was already a little storage shack there, and since it was an eyesore, he wanted to do something about it.

He started by cementing posts to the ground, with the intention of making a garage of it. Some months later, he finally started building something with those posts, instead using the posts as support for a new room, adding floor joists between the existing building and the posts.

Now we've put siding up on one wall, and one other wall is half-done, with two of four windows in place and the tar paper tacked up on that same half. The siding that's up already has survived two rainstorms without too much damage, only a little warping that dad ironed out today. But it would be bad to let it get rained on again, and so today, finally, I'm putting the primer on it.

I hate painting.