Most people go out on Friday night.
Not us! We eat pizza, and....depending on the hubsters mood we either chill, or work.
Currently, he is trying to knock down a stone wall that has been placed over an old existing door that the previous owner had covered up. I really like the previous owner and am friends with her on Facebook. Sadly, I have basically undid a lot of the stuff that they did. They moved the washing machine and dryer downstairs.... we moved it back upstairs. A lot of our difference comes from having a bigger family. They did not have kids.... we have three.
I think every home owner builds homes, or re designs them to cater to their needs. I loved what the previous owners did with the house, but because we have a lot of people living in this house, we need to expand, and open it up.
So, currently the hubster is taking a sledge hammer to the exterior wall and trying to open up an old door. We need light, and to make a weird space that has no value into a room of substance. It's sorta like a foyer... but instead, it has a tiny bathroom , and is just a sitting room. If we just rip down a 2' stone wall, and support the entire house with a steel beam, we could have an open kitchen. Our plan is to add on a conservatory, and open the kitchen even more, and use that door.... to add more light coming from the south to make the home feel bigger and brighter.
Most of work here starts with demo.
We need to basically break a bunch of stuff, see what it looks like and then work with what we have. It has worked so far.
My 80 year old mother lives in the cottage next to our house.
She just came out and said, "You are brave!"
Well yes, the hubster is brave, because he can easily build a door jam and can hang a door. So if he can just get the stone out, he can add a door. It's not scary at all. Plus it helps that we know that this house had a door there to begin with.
My comments to the hubster: "Do you feel better?" Meaning, to him, he is taking anger out on that stone.
His reply: "Yes, I'm thinking of X,Y, Z that you said this past week"
I smiled, and just said, good, yeah, use that anger on that stone.
I'm a jerk.
I knew I shouldn't have told him my dream that one morning he was getting ready for work.
But, when someone turns the light on at 5 am and wakes you up with an obscene amount of fresh scent soap.... it kinda ruins the dream. I think I was half asleep when I told him, he stormed out, without an "I love you". He hasn't mentioned it.... till now, because well. IT WAS A DREAM!
Men aren't allowed to get mad about dreams.
I digress.
Anyway, there is a lot of angry banging going on.
Hopefully we will have a door by tomorrow.
Oh good, the sound of smashed glass, I guess the window finally just dropped out.
I warned him about that.
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