There are a few things in life that you have to wait for. Off the top of my head — The DMV. The weather. The train that seems to be running late. The ice to melt on the wings of the plane taking you far far away. Santa. Restaurant service…The price of Saffron, AND apparently, this post.
Because although it has almost been a YEAR, I finally have an update on our little monster of a house project up in the Berkshires. If you don’t feel like going back in time to read parts I-III, please know that while I question your intentions, I will also try to maintain the understanding that you might just have a few other things to do today. Like taking that paperclip that’s hanging on your pencil holder and flinging it over the wall of your cubicle with that random rubber band over there. Or staring out the window in mortal yearning for spring while the three-year-old wreaks havoc on his drum set — talented, yet way too young to know those AC/DC riffs by heart…. Whatever, at least he’s got rhythm. Otherwise, I have repeated the slideshows below and you are free to peruse the antiquities here:
SO… A major part of our delay on the house renovations have been due in part to having a dearly loved family member actually LIVING within it’s walls. She happens to have great taste and doesn’t seem to mind that we wander through every once in a while with paint brushes and ladders. She’s even helped a bit on some of the updates, which has been great — NOT TO MENTION that she’s living proof that one can live there comfortably even though she is still hanging around in one of the rooms we have yet to touch (of which there are several).
And, considering that we are rapidly outgrowing most of our accommodations in the Berks, we are currently moving full steam ahead on renovations. The kitchen, which we plan to eventually blow the back wall off of to allow for a giant sun room, is, in the interim, undergoing minor updates — wallpaper, paint, faux tin, flooring and new appliances. Meanwhile, plans are being made to also increase the living spaces upstairs, turning tiny rooms into larger bathrooms while somehow tiptoeing around Ms. Miss up there so as to not upset the natives… in full on political correctness, of course.
Our hope (and we use that term as loosely as our uptight little bodies will allow) is to have the house up for rent by this summer… And if that plan isn’t grandiose, then turning this ground turkey into something delicious and savory for dinner in two hours is the only thing saving me from the depths of being UNORIGINAL. Because, really, what could be worse?




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