Notes from the construction site: Renovating can be fun!

The siege has begun. Renovations of my house.

Even though we are under “construction” here at Morning Street, I think I like the destruction part best. The dust in the air is like tiny renovation fairies making everything…well, sparkle. Sort of. Okay, at least the dust means the builders showed up. Decrepit shingles flying to and fro, pieces of T-111 stacked askew, gutters twisted at angles scary enough to frighten passersby at night…this is living.

Working out of the house is a challenge at best with hourly needs that include walks to the water, sustenance, and general thinking breaks. Add to that three workers hammering, sawing, and coming to the door every 28 minutes for question and answer time. Then add the neighbor’s landscaping project (I can almost touch their house if I open my window and stretch, but they have found land to scape!) and the circus has come to Morning Street. So instead of complaining, I will write about it.

I suppose renovating is another way to look at re-writes. I am sawing off lines and paragraphs, caulking together new and improved language, and ratcheting up my word count. The themes I choose are sills, the foundation upon which I place my thoughts. I am building my way to the end of a novel, my tool box is open and I still have 26 minutes until the next interruption and 55 minutes until snack time on the promenade.

Just holding it together here. What’s going on in your world?


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5 Responses to Notes from the construction site: Renovating can be fun!

  1. Samantha says:

    Omg. I am just trying to get thru this week so I can hang back and have fun….

  2. joan chandler says:

    Even though we’ve lived in our house for 47+ years, it is by no means finished. The work that remains to be done seems to be too simple to hire a tradesman, and too daunting for us to do it at our ages…….therefore, it isn’t getting done.
    But your description has reminded me of interesting times when we purchased our “Home Sweet Home”: $4,000 worth of single-story house sitting in the middle of a large expanse of gravel, with a 5′-deep well just off the back corner. With two young children and a German shepherd, there was barely room to turn around. We divided a tiny bedroom in half so that each child could have a room. Eventually we decided to add a second story. The contractor added the studs and a roof, and then threw the old roof out the upstairs windows. In the middle of this, the contractor became ill and had to move to Arizona for his health, leaving us with a pile of lumber and no knowledge. We finished the house by ourselves. From the outside – or from the inside, the house looks pretty plumb; however, the studs are 2x4s at one end and 2x6s at the other, with various degrees of shims in between. Gaps in our indoor paneling allow us to glimpse the original wallpaper. Our simple, imperfect home suits us, but if the guys from This Old House stop in for coffee and doughnuts some morning, they’ll probably collapse in laughter.
    I miss those renovation adventures – the puppy upending a can of open paint on himself, the rusty nail through the bottom of my foot, the arguments that ensued after someone said, “Hand me that whatchamacallit. C’mon, hurry up!”, the old furnace that sounded like a locomotive.
    But the end result of renovating a home is like the end result of “renovating” your novel, or your life. It becomes a permanent source of pride. It becomes YOURS. It becomes YOU.
    Bob Vila would be proud of you.

  3. Sally Sally says:

    I love it, Joan. Thanks for checking in.

  4. Deb says:

    Sometimes I think it’s quite nice living in an apartment where the landlord has to fix everything. I get to decorate, though and that is rewarding!

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