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I am not writing this because I think it is interesting. I am writing it to explain why my blog posts go through phases of being less than inspired. At least you don't have to listen to me talk about how I broke my hip or have cancer or had a stroke or any of the twenty-two things on my list of things my contemporaries are facing these days.
Instead of me falling apart, my son bought a house that is 104 years old and several things are falling apart. While he is at work, I manage all the coming and going of workmen. I'm there for all the estimating and inspecting. I take my laptop and work on the blog while people are pounding.
We started with adding a bathroom, new HVAC and new siding. Then the dominos started to fall. Rusted out sewer line, a sagging roof pushing one wall out of alinement, roof repair causing cracks in the plaster that are 6-inches wide and run the length of the entire room and halfway down the wall, dangerous knob and tube wiring and significant foundation issues. It's all fixable - but, it takes energy for me to keep track of all the workmen who are coming and going - and getting things done in the right order.
In many ways, it's better to just deal with everything all at once with an old house. August was super busy - Sept will be quiet so I can go back to attacking weeds. Maybe my Sept envelopes will be gorgeous - fall is such a pretty time of year.