We are on the eve of my husband’s last week of holidays from work. This is the last chance to get renovations and cleaning done before Winter comes. I have high hopes for what can be accomplished… or, rather… what MUST be accomplished this week.
We’ve been living amidst piles these last months in preparation for this week of “time off”. We’ve gotten toys boxed up, the kitchen mostly pulled apart, and furniture ready to be moved. It’s my hope to reinvent two of the main floor rooms completely. Turning one into a living room, and one into an office with dedicated workstations for all three of us. The kitchen simply needed to be torn apart to make it function better (even if we aren’t really adding anything new to it).
I love living in a small house, but it definitely offers challenges. The main one we face right now, is that there isn’t enough space to accomplish any changes indoors once the weather turns cold. We need to be able to utilize our outside space in order to get these renovations completed. So time is working against us.
Wish us luck.
A week may seem like a lot, but when you get down to the nitty gritty, a week can be easily frittered away (that can’t be right, did I just mix my metaphors again?) LMAO
A “for sale” sign showed up not too long ago on the house three doors down from ours. The day I saw it I remarked that the day after it says sold, it will be torn down.
The house wasn’t a tumbledown shack or a health inspectors nightmare. It was a nice little home. But that’s just it… it was a nice LITTLE home. A lot of our neighbourhood consists of homes that are 60+ years old, that range in size from 400 – 800 square feet, and that are situated on double wide or one and a half wide lots. It’s pretty unusual to see one go up for sale that isn’t purchased by a business, demolished, and replaced with duplexes. It’s sad, and a step backwards to see our neighbourhood be rebuilt like this.
Granted, this very process gave us an awesome neighbour on the one side. He moved in (and is a renter) when the home beside us was demolished and replaced with two rental properties. So I won’t make a blanket statement that all renters are bad – because they aren’t. But a neighbourhood of rental properties is often a neighbourhood in crisis.
I know that if someone else had bought our home that it would likely have been demolished. It’s old, small, and would take more money than it’s worth to fix up… and we’re on a double wide lot with lots of beautiful old trees. It’s the kind of lot that realtors refer to as “park like”. The lot was why we bought the house.
Anyway… here’s the excavator:
Sure enough. The sold sign went up, and next thing we know there is an excavator and no house. At least the wee girlie got to see it. She loves excavators.