as i am writing this, imagine the walls shaking

as if we didn't have enough going on - we have a major facelift happening to the front of our house. though "facelift" is not the right word; it implies that it's for solely aesthetic reasons or that we had a choice in the matter. the fact is the front of our house was crumbling in bits due to long overdue roof work. if we ignored it any longer... well, let's just say brick on the head - not good.

for weeks now, we've been living beneath scaffolding cloaked in black mesh. it looks more like batman's coccoon or perhaps christo in mourning.



the scaffolding has been blocking what little light comes into this dungeon, so we have had to use some special lighting techniques as prospective tenants toured. basically, we turned EVERYTHING ON: overheads, lamps, task lights, nightlights, hell - even the oven light was illuminated.

the great thing is the front facade will look amazing when done. wouldn't you know it - just as we move away? of course, that's the way things work out sometimes. already, bright, new copper gutters have gone up along with a copper-covered soffit and fascia. (obviously, in the process of getting bids, my vocabulary has grown by leaps and bounds as i learned new words for features i have previously referred to as "wood thingies.")



the top of the building is so shiny at the moment, its appearance might ruffle the feathers of our neighborhood historic commission. i am hoping the color will mellow to its deep amber soon enough to soothe the snooty beasts. i understand why they're there, but sometimes, ARGH.

i wonder how we'll move a couch through the maze of metal cross bars...