Step 2

scratch coat on, stucco likely in a few weeks....

before.....

a little dark, but after so far.....

Remember me?

I feel sick.  To think all those memories are gone for you.  To not recall anything from those days.  To not remember your childhood.  How do you know who you are without knowing where you have been?  How you got to where you are?  How you became who you are today?  I am overwhelmed with emotion.  Mostly for you, but some for me.  To think I have been erased.  I can't help but be flooded with memories, ones that you will never recall.  They are engraved in my mind, and yet empty to you.  So many. I feel sick.

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This was Dan, the owner's son who was involved in the accident.  He was removed from the ventilator yesterday so things are looking up! Great progress Vin, you are doing great. For those who don't know I have been a seasonal at lilac for 20 years, worked there for 7 and was once apart of the family.

Life these days...

Life these days consists of what feels like a loosing battle of cleaning. Our house is under renovation - again and it is starting to get to me.  Not so much the renovation part, I can actually handle that quite well as I get excited for the end project.  It is the man behind the renovation that is driving me crazy... Joel!  Joel is used to working on a construction site where there is a clean up crew that comes in a takes care of the mess that the guys leave.  He forgets that at home that "clean up crew" is his wife and that his wife has enough cleaning without him making a silly mess.  Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind sweeping up the wood chips from where he drilled in our framing, or even the scattered tools all over my dining room table mess. This is not the part of cleaning that bothers me.  I am taking about little things like when he opens a package and then just drops the plastic packaging on the ground when I have left a garbage bag right beside him, or that when he has finished a drink and the can ends up on our lawn instead of in the garage in recycling. I must give him credit though, he is working so hard and has dreamed us into a different house.  His renovations start small, but after many hours of thinking, we end up with major changes to our house.  Removing stairs, changing where our back entrance is, adding floor, removing walls, adding doors, building shelves, new lights and that is just this project!  But all things considered I love the man I married and I love that he takes joy in improving our house. He really is amazing.

my old back door

my new door and a hole where the old was

my old dining room wall

my new dining room still under renovation

The next project.....my old house

stay tuned, new pictures coming shortly......