Argh! Sorry to have been absent lately, but part of my house was being dismantled. On purpose, of course. Scares me to know that a harebrained idea I had back in September could be coming to fruition now.
Financing acquired and weather cooperating (sort of), we began the Big Project 10 days ago. Demolishing part of your own home is both terrifying and strangely satisfying.
While removing the old lap siding, we uncovered a treasure: A Kansas City Times newspaper dated June 10, 1907. It was nailed to the house and is not in very good condition, but is readable. Among the newsworthy nuggets of that date was a report of fish raining from the sky in Independence the previous day during a tremendous rainstorm. We’ve also uncovered the original cistern under the old patio. It was filled in long ago, but when we dig the foundation for the addition we’ll find out what was tossed in there to fill it in. I’m having visions of enough buried treasure to pay for this renovation but, knowing my luck, it will be filled with a bunch of rusted junk.
Having a large, messy, muddy yard is really fucking with my OCD, people. Also, since I’m down to one bathroom, that means I’m sharing it with two adult males. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. I’m not used to sharing my shampoo and shower gel obsession with others and I think the guys are a little freaked out by the explosion of strange, fruity smelling concoctions that now share space with their Old Spice and AXE products.
So, according to my general contractor (a.k.a. my retired brother), we’re on the cusp of the beginning of “the fun part”. By fun, I hope he means less messy. I admit, it’s pretty exhilarating to watch this space go through such an extreme transformation but I wish I could go on vacation for the next 6 months and return when it’s completely done.
In the meantime, I’m learning how to go with the flow and working hard on relaxing my cleanliness standards. This takes a lot more alcohol than I previously budgeted for though, but I’m still managing to stay inebriated enough to keep it from driving me crazy.
Oh, and speaking of drinking heavily, I’ve started an actual crochet project! It’s going to be called The Drunken Afghan. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like sitting down for an evening of drinking and crocheting to make the stress of having mud continually tracked through the house and sharing a bathroom with two men melt away! Drunken crocheting has literally saved my life, people.
Stay tuned for more updates, kiddies. You know you want to.