Week 6: Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession. I know those words so well I could say them in my sleep. Can 3 Hail Mary’s absolve me of the Tar Baby? This could be the worst decision we have ever made or possibly the best. We both understand this strange paradox and we are scared. Fortunately we can laugh out loud about it. It is a Tar Baby. We are stuck to it, spending all the money we ever saved and the more we wrestle with it the faster we are stuck.
We closed up the main drainage ditch after hooking into the sump and storm drain. Charlie Beardsley dug the foundation hole for the master addition. I wondered if curtains and a couch could make the ditch livable. After all Tim did promise me I could buy new furniture. And then it started to rain Again. Ugh rain and mud.
Framing has started in the interior. Old 1954 studs and siding are being taken down to be replaced with new frame walls and window openings that will compliment a more open floor plan. Our framer, Gary Jackman is doing a good job of working with me to adjust my layout and plans in order to meet code and framing loads etc. Tim and I go the house several times a day to work and to watch.
For me a renovation project takes on a life of it’s own. If you are present seeing and observing then you can make the necessary changes and adjust to the site and building needs. All the preliminary planning in the world will not help you through this stage. It is responding to the site whether that is where the water flows, where the sun sets or where you need to support a load. It is in this space that creativity lives.
Our last dance... 