I should be working on something right now, but writing a blog post allows me to sit on the back patio, sip a beer and watch Faith play frisbee with Luna while technically being productive so I am writing.
Probably my mother will appreciate it.
Someday I am going to move into a “Turn-key” house. I know they exist because they talk about them on HGTV all the time, but I have yet to live in one. One of these days though, I am going to buy a house where you just turn the key, walk in and everything is beautiful and ready to live in.
This house is not turn-key. It was built in 1968 and the last owner was a bachelor. He and I differ greatly in what we consider acceptable paint colors. When you walk in the front door of the home, you can see five different paints: dark gray, aqua, lavender, barn red and tan.
None of those are colors I would choose, much less all of them.
Since we are planning to tear down several walls and replace all of the flooring as soon as we can afford to pay someone to do it, it’s probably foolish to paint now, but I just can’t stand it. It’s all very dark and cave-like. We bought five gallons of the gray we put in the last house yesterday and I’ll start tomorrow painting all of the living spaces.
This week we painted Faith’s room. When you pack up a 14 year old and have her leave all she holds dear to move to a small town in another state, you have to offer some sort of consolation prize. In this case, Faith is getting the entire upper floor to herself. It used to be attic so it has slanted ceilings and plenty of character. There’s enough room for a bedroom and a sitting room with a walk in closet and adjoining bathroom so she’s got a pretty good deal, once we’re done renovating it.
We were going to just paint the walls and ceiling, but before we got started, I noticed that the window was in bad shape so I had to strip it and prime it and paint it, which then led to painting all of the trim and skylights. All in all, it took five gallons of paint and we haven’t done the bathroom yet. It’s awesome though. I’ll wait until the floors are done and everything is put together to post pictures but I’m really excited about it. It’s going to be the nicest space in the house for a long time to come. She chose a pale, ice blue for the walls and white for the ceiling and that combo totally opened everything up visually. A vast improvement over the various shades of cooked squash that we painted over.
Rich is replacing the blue carpeting with a new floor and then he will tackle the bathroom which he demolished down to the studs. He needs a plumber to move a few things before he starts rebuilding though.
Aside from home renovation, we are just trying to acclimate. We bought a couple of kayaks and have been doing that nearly every day. Our section of river is above the dam so the current is extremely mild which makes paddling upstream almost as easy as paddling downstream. It’s my favorite form of exercise ever.
We went boating one nght with a guy that Rich works with and his wife which was fun. And I got all brave the other evening and went to a “Ladies Night” event with women from church. I knew the names of two people going in, and left with at least six so that’s good, right?
We’re getting there. I still miss much about Lincoln - especially Reagan. It feels weird to be putting together our family home without her. I don’t expect that particular ache to go away any time soon. But the longer we’re here and the more we do, the easier it’s getting.