I started this blog six years ago to keep track of the renovation work we were doing on the new old house we’d just acquired. It was a house and acres filled with history on both sides of our families and I wanted to document it. You can read that story here.
We’ve become complacent lately, and though the place is far from finished, the work we did this past winter is far from noteworthy. (What bathroom?)
Except for the last few weeks.
I finally found time and money (they don’t usually go together) to get window box planters for the front windows.
I also found time to paint the other front door that’s been white forever. Let me tell you — painting those muntins around each pane of glass was a definite pain. (A small DIY tip: If you ever have to paint a door with many glass panes, don’t bother taping it off. I laboriously taped every one, and it just didn’t work. The best thing to do is just paint on the glass, and then scrape off the paint when it is dry). I also spray painted the metal chair and put it next to the door. And lest it sound as if I did all the work, the door trim had to be put up, primed, and painted too. The carpenter did that.
So now that the front is finished — it only took six years — we can concentrate on the back.
The Back Porch. I’ve written about it before — here and here. I always say I have a love-hate relationship with it. And now? Now the hate parts are mostly gone:
- The ugly sliding glass doors that were so cloudy it always looked like a foggy day? GONE!
- The ugliest screen door ever? GONE!
- Thirty-three year old indoor-outdoor carpet? GONE!
- The closet that once held the largest hornet’s nest ever documented? GONE! (The door was opened cautiously every single time.)
- The cedar shakes that were un-sweepable, un-scrubbable, and un-cleanable? GONE!
What’s left? Well, at this point, it’s still ugly.
Once the cedar shakes were taken off, the old clapboard siding was in remarkably good shape. If you were under the delusion that cedar is an insect-repellent wood, you are Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Under each one of those cedar shingles lived at least two stink bugs, an unknown cocoon, and/or a wasp nest. Taking off those shingles was one of the more disgusting jobs I’ve had. I got really good at killing stink bugs with one blow from the hammer. After awhile I didn’t even notice the smell, and although I got buzzed by more than one wasp/hornet/carpenter bee, I didn’t get stung.
This cupboard is now gone. The siding on the inside of the closet was painted porch red and will have to be painted white, but the porch looks much larger without it.
Here is Mr. H. C. Getting rid of the ugliest screen door ever made. He put it out by the road with a “free” sign next to it. True confession: I told him not to bother–no one would take it. It was gone within an hour. I think the guy took it for the aluminum.
It was a Memorial-Day-Work-In and while we were taking down the closet we discovered this writing on a 2×4: it dated the closet from another Memorial-Day- Work-In in 1985.
It seemed appropriate that Mr. H.C.’s parents were putting the closet up on a Memorial Day weekend, and we were taking it down on a Memorial Day weekend thirty-three years later.
The Circle of Life, indeed.