The House. The House. The House. THE HOUSE. Sorry I haven’t blogged in so long but I’m a little preoccupied these days and all my creative energy has been sucked up by THE HOUSE!
Anyone who owns a house knows that the responsibility can be overwhelming. Suddenly you are responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of a whole entire building. Put that building in another state, 240 miles away, add some peeling stucco, a faulty staircase and a multitude of other annoying problems and you get some major stress.
In the past 6 months I’ve experienced a level of anxiety I haven’t seen since 1995 when I worked at a law firm that represented clients being sued by dying AIDS patients.
People have been telling me I should write about it, to help get it all out. I’ve been telling myself the same thing. But seriously, will writing about new stucco really help?
Does anyone really care about the week of sleep I lost when Jerry and I decided at the last minute to forgo white trim we had studied carefully in all shades of light on specially made stucco samples for a color we chose off the chart the night before it went up?
It was called FEATHERLY and it ended up being a great move. The new stucco on the house, with dark trim around the doors and window, is beautiful.
Next on deck is a deck.