More Painting

We (my mom, sister, brother, James, and I) spent all day Saturday and most of Sunday continuing to help paint my parents' house. We didn't finish, but we were 99% done with the front of the house when James and I departed at 5pm on Sunday.

Before (but after scraping/prep):

After (except for windows, which need repair):

What's left? A lot of eaves and overhangs, trim for a few windows, and two gables. The rest of the house is brick, so I think one more weekend should get the job done. Especially since it has all been powerwashed already.
My dad also powerwashed the deck, which made it look a million times better. It still needs a little sanding and some water seal (or sealant?) and some paint on the rails, but it is still a major improvement.

He also knocked down the little dilapidated awning/overhang over the front porch and has plans for improvement.

The moment of the most excitement occurred when my mom yelled out that she had stepped on a nail. We all look at her foot, and there is a small block of wood attached to the bottom of her shoe by a nail that had been protruding from it. She asked me to pull it out, and after a gentle attempt, I said I couldn't (was unwilling) to do it (for fear of hurting her). Then, she clarified and said the tip of the nail had poked her toe, but the nail wasn't stuck in her foot, so I wrestled the nail out of the shoe and was very relieved. I also kept thinking of how I refused the tetanus shot I was offered last time I was at the doctor's office.