I am especially excited about the door. It's over 100 years old and has been clawed to shit by the dogs--both ours and the previous owners--and one of Seamus' friends shot a bb through the largest glass pane and we haven't gotten around to fixing it. (We were forced to put a new pane in one of the sidelights after one of the kids hurled a shoe through it.) I am hoping they will take it away to a magical workshop and dip it in stripper and remove the superfluous lock and lovingly fill in all the claw marks with wood putty and paint it a gleaming white and deliver it home in pristine condition.
|Dog claw marks + useless lock|
The contractors went all over the house. I balked a bit when they wanted to see the basement, but was told, "If we're working on it, we get to see it all." They didn't seem to think it was as bad I thought, although there was a festival of fiberglass insulation all over the floor, which definitely had not been there the last time I visited. I had horrifying visions of rodents scrabbling under the floors, but then remembered that Jon had torn it down the day of the kitchen pipe explosion. (It had been dripping into the the circuit breaker box.) They remarked on the mystery machine, which is still entrenched, although last summer the air conditioner repairman kindly pushed it upright so it is no longer blocking the doorway.
For the exterior paint, we want yellow. Not an anemic "Ryan homes" yellow, but a strong, golden yellow with crisp white trim. We saw many good examples of this color in Lisbon.
|Yellow House in the Distance|
And a couple in our neighborhood.
|This yellow is the perfect yellow|
I asked the contractors if our house could ever be rescued from its current shabby state. "It'll be the nicest house on the street," they said. So we went out for martinis to celebrate. Saturday I got to the farmer's market early, ahead of the kinfolk hipsters and the Hateful Yuppie Families. I bought a few more plants, as well as local strawberries and eggs and a bunch of asparagus that became a transcendent creamy lemon/asparagus pasta for dinner.
I put all my plants in: tomatoes and habaneros into the old vegetable plot that I'm trying to save and some perennials into the beds in front. At the nursery this week, I found two little cone shaped boxwoods that will be transplanted into elegant planters. The guy at the nursery told me that they could grow in containers and that I would have "total control" over their size and shape. His words were confident, but his voice was less so.
Since this has degenerated into a "what I did on the weekend" post, I'll just conclude by telling you that I also launched an anti-ant offensive that involved emptying the pantry and counters and spraying them with cucumber-scented cleaner. This has not deterred the ants, but at least I have confirmation that there is no sticky bag of dates or stale sugar cookies that is attracting them. Also reorganized my pinterest boards and began process of transferring my CDs to my itunes library and tossing them. Those flimsy "jewel cases" are the worst.