…was a very interesting one. Want to hear? (of course you do, you wouldn’t be reading this if you weren’t…sorry)
Saturday was the annual Franklin County Fibertwist. It was also the day that I was supposed to get a back door and window in my house. I decided, for the safety of everyone involved, that I needed to not be home while my FIL-to-be and his friend ripped apart my home and tromped through my gardens. Here is the door and windows that were to be replaced:
(taken with iPhone, early in the morning…sorry so grainy) We think, possibly, that the door and windows are, if not original, at least 100 years old. I could be wrong, but considering how drafty they all were, odds are I’m not. ;o) I’m thinking they might be younger than the house because we think the laundry room was added on as a kitchen. But we’re not sure. You see, my house? Is an enigma, wrapped in a puzzle. Built in the late 1700’s as a rooming house for the chair factory down the street, it’s a mixture of rooms, chimney holes, brick chimneys and pieced together flooring that doesn’t really make much sense to us, but it’s fun to try to figure out. ;o)
So Saturday morning, I throw the dogs at drop the dogs off to Dobby (who has her own apartment now…did I mention that?) for the day and leave for the Twist.
I spent the day enjoying being surrounded by yarn, hanging out with Kim and believing in my FIL-to-be and the promises of a new wall when I returned.
I got home and saw RR wandering around the driveway looking a bit shell-shocked, gazing at piles of wood under plastic. I looked at my house and saw this:
Not only did I not have a new wall, I didn’t have A. WALL. yay. I also had to walk over that lovely piece of plywood that you see there leading from my old broken down step to my (EMPTY!) doorway. Those who know me well, know that I can’t even go up to the second step on a ladder without freaking out. Let’s just say RR has the patience of a saint – he helped me over the gaping chasm. *ahem*
Sunday dawned rainy and cold – I sat in my sewing/stash room, petted my new skeins of yarn and tried to ignore the hammering…it took some time but on Monday night…
I not only had a door, but had a new porch, two new steps and a new window. Now we just need to find the can of ‘my FIL-to-be-is-a-painter tan’ to paint the new siding to match. ;o)
