And here’s a view from the dining room:
I grew up in a big old house constantly under construction, because a run-down old house was all my parents could afford. (In my line of work, we now refer to it a ‘deferred maintenance.’ ) As a result, I can live with a fair amount of unfinished work around me.
However, after working all day when I get home to this:
I just feel irritated. Also, all that old lathe and plaster stinks of must and dust and the tavern this place was at one time.
How my mother did it with a houseful of kids I have no idea, especially since work only got done as my father had time and there was money. So there were projects underway for years, and after a while you stop noticing that there is no plaster on the wall in the living room. In one bathroom, my father had written the word ‘radiator’ on the wall, where he planned to put one at some point. After a while, one of my brothers wrote underneath it – “Wow, sure keeps you warm.” I remember this because I must have read that message every day for many years. I think my father finally painted over the message when he sold the house.
I have to remind myself that it will be much better when it’s done. Plus, our house won’t fall down. Much of the work is structural, with the added benefit of being able to move a wall once the structural work is finished.
On the other hand, I have not undertaken the rehabilitation of a utter ruin – look at the project over on Jean’s blog. Utter ruin is not just a figure of speech. It makes our project look like a quick dust and vacuum. The ‘worker dudes’ as my nephew calls them, promise I’ll see something good when I get home tonight.