Dear Diary,
In the weeks since my last post, I’ve fleshed out the entirety of my upcoming road trip: attractions, hotels, restaurants, even a few thrift shops I want to hit. I found an old journal in a drawer upstairs and knowing no one would miss it, ripped out the first few used pages and made it mine.
Last week was Vacation Week here in Maine. If you are picturing me lounging in the sun, fruity drink in hand, keep dreaming. The only downtime I got was Sunday, between the hours of 12:30 and 2pm. I didn’t see a single fruity drink the whole week, unless you count the orange juice I had to wipe off the windows when the kids missed the sink. The one highlight? My husband also took the week off. Normally this would have rocked beyond belief. But since we are LIVING THE DREAM of 250 year old home ownership, Vacation Week was Hell.
Highlights of Hell included:
Cleaning out the basement. Normally I wouldn’t complain, a little tidying here & there, but our basement was so congested we had to rent a jumbo sized construction dumpster. It arrived Friday afternoon.
I’d planned on discussing more chimney stuff today, but I got too involved w/ work, it’s now 8pm and time for wine. So I’ll just show you what I found in the wall.
BACKGROUND: A major reason John & I were able to buy this house is b/c two rooms on the first floor need to be restored. One room is more complete than the other, but basically both need floors. and either partial or full reconstruction of the walls. We have sketched out a plan for the first of these two rooms – which just happens to be the one needing more work. Of course. I spent the bulk of today working on Room #1. This will be our dining room, once it’s restored.