I've been on vacation these past two weeks, and have spent a fair amount of that time meeting with contractors and pondering our preparedness for home-ownership. We had the official inspections. The inspectors have to disclose every single issue, and as you can imagine, an eighty-four year old house has quite a few issues. When all the flaws are written on one document, it's sobering.
Today, Robb and I plan to tackle our garage. We've accumulated a huge mass of goodness-knows-what (crap) in the past six years, and today is the day of reckoning. Two nights ago, I "slept wrong" and since that time I've had a very unhappy left shoulder. I have limited range of motion, which is a bother.
Here's the before-and-after image that Robb worked up in Photoshop. I think that this paint scheme gives the house so much more charm.
I want to get started on all of this, before I get terribly busy again at work. Of course, we don't actually own this house, so we've been spending our free time researching shower fittings for historic bathtubs, grey-water systems, and downspout diverters -- among other things. We really live an exciting life, don't we?