Browsing Archives for February 2008

Halfway House

February 29th, 2008

We seem to be stuck in this strange in between place. A half finished house. A house with three almost, but not quite, finished rooms. All bedrooms.

A house where the end seems to be in site and yet is not arriving.

I have unpacked everything I can and there are still boxes everywhere full of things I can’t unpack because there is no place to put things. No cabinets, no closets, no pantry, no shelves. It is deflating. For three weeks there was so much hub bub. So many spasmodical spasms. Painting and packing and cleaning, and moving, and now there is just wait. Wait wait wait wait. It has made me question the entire project. Why did we do this? Why didn’t we just stay in our old house?

I have started to wonder if we could sell this house. Maybe we should buy a house in town. There are a few really neat old houses in town for sale. Houses I would have loved to buy two years ago. One of them is my favorite house in town. And it going up for auction in two weeks. I could move in and put all my stuff away immediately! I wonder if I could sell this house in two weeks?

I mean hey it is 5:20 in the morning and I have been up since 3:20 am. I can’t sleep. Surely there is a name for this disorder. Post traumatic construction spastic little miss whiney whine whine seizure disorder.

I just want to make some curtains! And buy a new bedside lamp! I just want to hang some pictures and figure out how to solve the troubling hall paint color.

But I am stuck in this weird purgatory of stuckness. I can not proceed until others proceed. So I linger. Every day fading a little more. Everyday dying a little more. Every day a little less untill…until…untill… Does untill have one “l’s” or two?

P.S. please do not try to cheer me up you all too chipper blog readers of the universe. I am happy in my bleakness. I prefer it this way. Bleak is my favorite color. Maybe I should re-paint the hallway in bleak.

A switch from boring to bleak.

I would much rather be bleak than boring.


After writing the above post – I wearily climbed the stairs around 6 am to try and go back to sleep for a few hours. It was then I noticed this strange reddish haze coming thru the windows. What in the world…? Aliens? Terrorist attack? Pesticide? Fungicide? Armageddon???

Holy Crap – Sunrise!!! I haven’t seen one of these in years. Gosh maybe we should hang around a while. It might be worth the trouble.

Stairway To Heaven

February 29th, 2008

Dennis has been working on the railing for the stairs that go to the loft in the boy’s back bedroom.

It is turning out better than I ever could have imagined.

I say that not because I am some sort of puffed up over confident egotist. Although at times… well…nevermind. I say it because the loft and subsequent stairs were a last minute addition to the house. We have such a ridiculously steep roof and there was all this left over space. So we decided to put a loft up there for a playroom. Then we had to decide how to access it. We thought about a sort of secret ladder in the closet (which I still think would have been fun) but it seemed sort of difficult to access and hard to come down, which makes you wonder if it would ever actually get used – so eventually we decided to put in the stairs.

Staircases, as you may know, come with an enormous bill. The treads, the risers, the labor, the wood, the railing, the newels, the balusters, the posts. It goes on and on – so for a last minute addition it doesn’t come cheap.

As a result, I tried to make these stairs as cheap as I could. The cheapest way would have been to carpet them. But I just didn’t want carpeted stairs in this spot. Therefore, we thought we might just paint the risers and treads and Dennis thought he would trim out the space where the stairs meet the sheet rock. But finally we decided to cover the “rough” stairs in pine boards and let them overhang the sheet rock a bit and trim out the cricks and cracks that are left behind.

I bought paint grade balusters and newels from L.J. Smith. The paint grade option has a much lower price tag than a hardwood species like oak or walnut. The newels are nicely primed so we probably won’t need to add another coat. The hand rail and balusters however will need to either be painted or stained. I am really leaning to paint – even though stain would be much less maintenance.

Bleeding Kansas… Barn

February 29th, 2008

The country doctor has been working on the roof of the barn since he came home from work on Friday night. This particular man may occasionally frustrate me for a multitude of reasons, but laziness is not among them.

He has been hauling both the long sheets of metal roofing and the pieces that fit over the peak, one at a time, up the ladder, caulking them together, and then screwing them down.

It is a monster of a job and I have not even been here to help him. Instead, I drove back out to western Kansas to pick up the boys from camp.

There are a lot of stories I need to tell you about that trip, the most important being how grumpy April gets on long car trips. Her normally tolerable level of bossiness, becomes practically unbearable.

This is a picture of her probably saying something like – Rechelle move your knees to the right, hand me some licorice, don’t drink so loudly, turn down the radio, lean further back in your seat, give me my chapstick, where do I turn, etc, etc etc… She is not a good choice for a road buddy. She also does not tolerate crumbs in her car very well.

I felt obligated to try and teach her some tolerance by sprinkling a few crumbs in the driver’s seat and elsewhere.

You can see by the way she is angrily wiping down her van, that my little experiment failed.

She is just not ready to admit that she has a problem. Only then can the healing begin.

Oh and by the way, our barn is not bleeding to death. The country doctor sprayed three coats of barn red paint around the top edge, to keep the roof from getting splattered when we paint the rest of the barn.

I didn’t want you to lay awake all night worrying about it.