My builders are gone. Phase one of Morning Street:The House! has ended. How many phases–we do not know. But this old house, built in 1894, was in neglect. Every home, like the beings who populate them, needs renovation once in a while. New sills, new windows, and a fresh coat of paint will perhaps help sustain a little more life into this old girl.
Through it all, this first phase, I remained steadfastly, if not naively, optimistic. Some might say I’m a Pangloss; all’s well that ends well…replace that soffit? Sure, what more could we possibly find? A rotting sill along the short expanse. Well, okay, it’s only one. After all, this house has four sides! Take out the rotting sill which is the length of a yardarm on a ginormous schooner? Well, okay! On and on it went.
I finally had to show them the door. (you know, the new one, which sent us over our own fiscal cliff)
I surrender my sanity and my lack of skills. I am a writer, not a builder of houses but of stories meant to inform or entertain. But I will not surrender my optimism. Not when the sun is past the yardarm-even when it’s lying face-down in my driveway.
Pass the Grog & Cheers.
What phase are you in?