June 22, 2008

A Good Bit of Progress

The deck party up in Boston was a great time. Sasha was as well-behaved as the rest of the crowd. The sangria was a revelation. At about 11:30, Sue and I had to depart. We listened to loud music with the windows down to stay awake on the drive home, and we split driving duties.

I'm thinking, we've shared and will continue to share news of the house's challenges and growing to-do list, but in the nine days we've been here, we have made a good bit of progress.

I just stood up and took these pictures. (It feels like it's going to be a rainy day.) Here's how the house is looking, inside and out.


The dining room is currently sort of our work room. That's the box-spring that doesn't fit upstairs propped against the wall on the right.

The kitchen is being used for its express purpose at this stage, which is great.


Sue's surgical skill with the hedge clippers improved the appearance of the front yard by several notches...


...and the backyard is doing pretty well, considering it was three-feet-high two Fridays ago.


That's the garage on the left and the screened porch on the right. We guess those two big cast-iron posts were used to hang clothes lines.

I'm going to see if I can find that scanner, and if it's as rainy as the forecast is threatening, maybe I'll post some other stuff throughout the day.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

It is really starting to look great and homey - can't wait to see it in person!

Anonymous said...

Laundry posts? I think the laundry posts become hammock posts. Without a doubt.

Rob said...

We're certainly considering a hammock, and maybe growing some pretty vines on the poles.

I must admit, we tried to remove the one on the right this weekend. It was a bold and ambitious action yielding a lot of nothing (save for the fantastic worm picture).

We got to the bottom of the post, about two-and-a-half feet below the surface. We found a small amount of concrete, and we were able to tilt the pole towards the house to about 30 degrees... but no dice. No leverage. No hand holds. *Way* too heavy.

If I can ever coax the boys into town, I'll trade cold beers for muscle. I'll also invite a hernia surgeon to dinner.