The house is twelve years old now. It was sporting some seriously faded shutters. The other day Kent came by and took them down for us. Thus when finally the days cooled down a half-dozen degrees, I scrubbed. The following day I painted. As of this writing, I have painted about
half a third of the shutters and reinstalled four.
fourteen eighteen to go. (Edit thanks to recount.)
There is a moral in here somewhere about the ravages of time, faded glory and maintenance. But I'll forego that in favor of your building your own legend in that regard.