Sometimes when it’s time to get off my ass and start moving, I delay by poking around on my directory page, reading blogs. Sometimes I look into the archive there to see what I was doing on this date years ago.
However, Scott has pretty much transformed the main floor of the house. He has removed closets and walls, installed new and larger windows as well as exterior doors, fixed ceilings and repainted every surface but the floor, removed all the carpet and put in new flooring throughout, and taken out the old kitchen cupboards and put in new. He also put in a new furnace and an air exchanger.
I’ve probably forgotten a few things.
That’s just the main floor; he also had to remove the concrete back step and build a new one with a small landing (the “deck” I take my coffee to on summer mornings), and jack up and repair the spacious porch that was an addition to the main structure. In the basement he’s fixed the concrete floor, taken out an old bedroom, built new stairs and added a water softener. Outside he’s put in a septic tank and a new well, had the lagoon filled in, reshingled our house and the Quonset, reinsulated the house and hired a machine to dig down all around the basement wall to add weeping tile, and had a power line buried and an electrician out to do some rewiring indoors.
Occasionally I get impatient because the siding hasn’t been put on yet though it has been chosen, purchased and stacked in one of the outbuildings for the last five years, waiting … and that as often as we say we’re going to get at the basement and at least haul out all the old musty shit (extreme moisture and sewer-and-water backup were frequent features of our first years here; Scott has made great strides in improving that situation as well), we never quite do.
I wonder what the former owner would think if she ever stopped in. I often dream that I’m in a house I used to live in and am fascinated by all the ways it’s been renovated and changed. Also I’m usually worried about being caught inside the home, as the new owners never know I’m there.
ernie shenanigan: Congrats! Sisters . . . so fun! Glad your drive was uneventful. Hoping for the same here. Just started driving to North Carolina from Chicago for my 11 yr old daughter’s World Championship Irish Dancing competition. 12 hour drive. I made my husband come. This is usimually my scene. I xannot drive that far as a solo driver. Hoping the other kids behave while we are gone.
Hope you all enjoyed yourselves at the competition and your daughter had a good time. Irish dancing always looks like fun.
And welcome, ‘Ernie.’ I haven’t seen you here before!