Mike and I spent most of April doing our anti-rain dance so we could drop a boatload of money on a stupid new roof. Apparently our insurance company wasn’t super excited about the curling shingles and moss growing on it and threatened to cancel our policy if we didn’t do something about it. It’s hard to argue with them – after every windy day, our gigantic bushes were littered with little pieces of pink shingles that had shaken free. While we were at it, we got all new gutters since they, much like our yard, were full of about 5 years worth of leaves, sticks and little saplings.
Two days before the deadline the insurance company gave us to have everything fixed, I shot some hurried photos to prove we are now broke. These are not very exciting…but at least the roof isn’t pink anymore.
My god those bushes – really there would be a person in there for scale, they are like 6′ high. It’s madness.
Good news is we still have insurance, and the virtually nonstop rain lately has been skillfully diverted by our new gutters.
I’m embarrassed to show much else. We have ordered so much crap and been to home improvement stores an average of 3 times a week – yet nothing seems to get done around here. It took a RIDICULOUSLY long time to fix a leaking faucet, two hours to put up new door entry hardware (only to realize it’s crooked which makes me want to scream), and we installed all new smoke detectors…which seemed important considering the house didn’t come with any. I have also put up no less than 25 window treatments so no one can see inside to the cracked walls and crooked cabinet doors we live with. We then spent three hours stapling mesh to the fence one day in a futile effort to contain the dogs, only to write a check for a whole new fence a couple weeks later. None of this is very satisfying. Not a single room is anywhere near finished, and no one is allowed to come over unless they are fixing or installing something and wants all our money.
During the monsoon last weekend we finished painting the family room. I don’t especially enjoy painting, but I shelled out some extra money to get that Behr Marquee paint that has a one coat guarantee, and it’s worth every penny not to have to apply multiple coats.
I just hung up my favorite piece of art, painted by my late Aunt Helen who was an amazing artist and got the chills. In our last house, it was in our dining room and the light would hit it for a few minutes each day in a really beautiful way. The same thing happened tonight and it reminded me of my dad telling us about the last time he saw her. She was in a nursing home with my Uncle and my dad went for a visit. Neither had been in good health for quite some time, but when he walked up to her, she was sitting near a window, hair fixed, makeup done, reading a book and bathed in light.