A few months ago, while frolicking with sea turtles on vacation,
I could not have imagined that out of nowhere, our house would
sell, we’d rent a home on a cornfield, and then decide to
revive a neglected cottage in a peaceful setting.
We took possession of the new place days ago.
It’s week one of intense DIY, and I’ll try to share
glimpses along the journey…yaaaaa, that would be moi
above with a wee lil weed I plucked.
These treelike specimens are everywhere,
and this towering one did doing nothing
for the view from the kitchen window.
We gutted the main bath and are installing
a new subfloor…and when I say “we”
I think we know it’s my husband and sons,
though this sugar plum fairy smashed
some of this ceramic tile to kingdom come.
The toilet, sink, and bath had all been leaking
for some time so the floor went to mush.
It’s comforting to know that very soon,
the toilet will not plummet to its death into the basement.
I love how it feels camp-like though.
I found this huge bone while clearing some brush.
Suggestive of something larger than a cow.
My husband made repairs to the roof,
took down multiple giant antennae, changed locks,
removed miles of cables coming out of
everywhere (omg, with each new resident,
they would just drill holes into the siding
and run new cable), trimmed a few imposing
tree branches, did a million other fixes,
and replaced this ghetto patio screen:
it has a certain Tyler-Durden-dilapidated-je ne sais quoi, oui?
Um. I predict it failed to restrain insects and critters
FOR AT LEAST A DECADE.
The kitchen in its current state.
It smells as good as it looks.
I’m designing a plan on a budget.
It’ll be lovely.
More info about finding the house is here.
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peace to you right where you are.