Suddenly a lot is happening at the house. This is good because everything looked like a disaster for far too long. It is also good because I seem to have too many pots on the fire at the moment and I can simply entertain you with a couple of pictures. Or so I hope.
The windows are finally in, and wallboard is going up this week into next week. This is the breakfast room, looking toward the kitchen and the new back entrance. It amazes me how happy a simple thing like windows makes me. The window openings were simply covered in plywood for far too long, and this made the house look sad and abandoned. Now, it is almost as if it has eyes again. The house once again feels like a happy place.
I am especially entranced with the increased light in the dining room. At the moment it is a little brighter than it will be because there is still an opening directly into the kitchen, But I know the light will be good, simply because that wall was covered with plastic (and a refrigerator) not that long ago, and the room was still brighter than it ever was during that first year I lived in the house.
And the hall. I want to dance in the hall. Doesn't it look so promising? So bright and welcoming? The French doors will eventually open onto a deck, although at the moment there is nothing there, just a drop to the ground, but the sense of promise is still present. The reflective covering on the floor makes everything seem brighter than it will be when I actually return, when the wood floors are once again uncovered, but the sense of promise remains.
In the meantime, I am scattered, with too many things going on. I don't understand why I believed moving into this apartment would be like a retreat, a creative time freed of normal distractions. Hah! I completely underestimated how much attention and energy this job would take. However, I suspect if I had fully understood how much I was getting into I wouldn't have leapt. And yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.
