Anticipating what was to come in world affairs, we sold our 10-year-old house the summer of 2006, and inserted ourselves in a higgledy-piggledy farmhouse, the central portion of which was built in the 1880s. One might call that home-shock, but we've lived in just about every sort of abode under the sun, short of a tent, so we're malleable. We're also slow, though, and these nearly 4 years later, the kitchen isn't finished-finished, but it's receiving its nips and tucks. This most recent one certainly nipped my and Son4's tucks. We're going to rest today. Ü
Touring prior to closing. The "kitchen" was a large room, with a graduation in the floor level, the lower portion including the side entry to the house.
Immediately upon possession, we constructed walls to separate the entry from the kitchen, and leaving a corridor into the kitchen, created a broom closet on one side and clothes closet on the other. This is the broom closet side, which also houses the entry to the partial basement we didn't know existed, until we took up the carpet and noticed the floor boards were all wanky in that spot. Removing the boards revealed a stairwell to what we aptly named the abyss:
And on that new wall in the entry went the computer. Yet to be dressed at the time, that completed area is depicted in this photo:
From the newly diminished kitchen side, looking back, is my clothes closet on the left (broom closet on right). Yes, this is why I've commented on my clothes being in the kitchen. They are. Ü Here's a shot of my closet, still under construction:
Over on the kitchen side, its face was looking like this:
The quick, easy fix for that faux brick was a couple of coats of paint:
And these nearly 4 years later, it, the countertop, and sink wait patiently to be replaced.
But leaping from my chair at 3:47 last Thursday afternoon and working with Son4's help through late in the night Saturday, brought the kitchen's face to this:
That photo in the unlit room most realistically caught the color, so I'm using it, but the silly photographer (*raising own hand*) wasn't paying much attention to what was captured in the frame. Here's the rest of the face, lighted:
The window isn't yet scraped, which set Uncle Kemtrail to twitching yesterday, as we lounged 'round the kitchen table in the evening: "Do you need a single edge blade? I just bought a new package." I had to burst out laughing. We're just slow. We'll get there, Lord willing, but we're slow.
Right now, the kitchen and I have happier faces, and the kitchen's is pretty perky. Mine...notsomuch. *snort*
Touring prior to closing. The "kitchen" was a large room, with a graduation in the floor level, the lower portion including the side entry to the house.
Immediately upon possession, we constructed walls to separate the entry from the kitchen, and leaving a corridor into the kitchen, created a broom closet on one side and clothes closet on the other. This is the broom closet side, which also houses the entry to the partial basement we didn't know existed, until we took up the carpet and noticed the floor boards were all wanky in that spot. Removing the boards revealed a stairwell to what we aptly named the abyss:
And on that new wall in the entry went the computer. Yet to be dressed at the time, that completed area is depicted in this photo:
From the newly diminished kitchen side, looking back, is my clothes closet on the left (broom closet on right). Yes, this is why I've commented on my clothes being in the kitchen. They are. Ü Here's a shot of my closet, still under construction:
Over on the kitchen side, its face was looking like this:
The quick, easy fix for that faux brick was a couple of coats of paint:
And these nearly 4 years later, it, the countertop, and sink wait patiently to be replaced.
But leaping from my chair at 3:47 last Thursday afternoon and working with Son4's help through late in the night Saturday, brought the kitchen's face to this:
That photo in the unlit room most realistically caught the color, so I'm using it, but the silly photographer (*raising own hand*) wasn't paying much attention to what was captured in the frame. Here's the rest of the face, lighted:
The window isn't yet scraped, which set Uncle Kemtrail to twitching yesterday, as we lounged 'round the kitchen table in the evening: "Do you need a single edge blade? I just bought a new package." I had to burst out laughing. We're just slow. We'll get there, Lord willing, but we're slow.
Right now, the kitchen and I have happier faces, and the kitchen's is pretty perky. Mine...notsomuch. *snort*
| Then in the audience of all the people he said unto his disciples, Beware of the scribes, which desire to walk in long robes, and love greetings in the markets, and the highest seats in the synagogues, and the chief rooms at feasts; which devour widows' houses, and for a shew make long prayers: the same shall receive greater damnation. Luke 20:45-47 |
