Thank you all for your positive comments in post #001. I’m glad some of you are here for the ride. :)
The architect has sent over two people to measure the house this morning. It’s going to take about four hours.
My mom temporarily confused the heck out of me when I told her about this part of the process. Why doesn’t David (the architect) just go to City Hall, pay ten bucks, and get the house plans from there instead of hiring two people to spend half a day measuring? she asked.
Uhhh. Perhaps it’s because City Hall doesn’t have house plans on file and because he needs a set of working drawings to start with?
So yes, two people are measuring. One is taking photos too. They are armed with industrial tape measures and pencil and paper and making note of room sizes, door and window placement and things like that. I am secretly afraid they’re going to open our office closet and turn around and run. What if a dust bunny jumps out and kills one of them? I’m also afraid that they’ll get trapped under a pile of board games and baby clothes in the basement and I won’t hear their muffled cries of suffering.
I’m seeing all the things that Look Absolutely Terrible with painfully fresh eyes. The crack in the paint upstairs, the banged up baseboards, the beat up screen door, the ugly paint in the dining room. Gah. It’s making me feel totally inept. Why haven’t we been better at this home stuff up until now? What is wrong with us?
I’m sorry lady, he’ll say. You don’t deserve a nice house. You can barely take care of this one!
A question for you: are you interested in a petit video tour of our house? If we’re going to crowdsource ideas it might provide a good starting point.
