When I was kid, we lived in an old wood-sided house. Well, it seemed old to me – but then I was only about 7 years old, so anything older than me was nearly ancient. As is the case with older homes, eventually we had to repaint the siding. I say “We” because that is how my parents phrased it. First there was the scrapping…then sanding, painting, touching-up, cleaning brushes… every few years the process would have to be repeated. Every few years I vowed to move out and live in a tent. Bless the man who invented vinyl siding!
The point is that the paint was temporary, fading, surface.
