Well work is being done to the house... A wall is up between the living room and dining room. Insulation has been put up and sheet rock has been put up. My ceiling fan has been recentered on the wall since my living room is slightly smaller now. Some wiring has been switched out... Primer is up in kitchen and painting will be done in the next few days.
All this has been done with the help of some friends. I love them for the help. I was told that this could not be done while I was living in it. That it was too much work. The same friends that are helping me now would have helped us then. It can and is being done while I live in it. I believed and defended him about it and was left to deal with all the work. I am proud to say that instead of just sitting here letting the house rot and continuing to believe that nothing could be done, I am getting it done. It is slightly stressful, but it is a satisfying experience to know that I am getting done what someone else said couldn't be done and who chose not to do it.
My house is getting done!!!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
The House that Crack Built
My house was built by crackheads... I know this because there is not a 90 degree angle anywhere to be found in my house. I know this because there are nice gaps between the walls and the floors. I know this because the windows were not centered on walls but nicely placed behind door, right in the not 90 degree corners... And last but not least, I know this because none of the exterior walls had insulation... And please don't get me started on the wiring.
I bring this up because I have lived in this house for eight long years. I have lived in sweltering 90 plus degrees in the house in the summer because of no a.c. and because of subarctic temps (and here I exaggerate only slightly) during the winter. For seven years I lived here with my ex and, at times, as many as four kids. My house is a nice 900-1000 square feet and that may be stretching it. Work was done before we moved in to make it livable, and then later as we could afford it. After a while it became too much to work on and live in for the ex, so nothing else was done.
I love my house. I love it. I hate it. I love it. It is like a relative that you tolerate because they are family and you have to put up with them and pretend to enjoy their company. After all, you only see them once a year, right? Well my house is sort of like that. I love it because, face it, where else am I going to live for this cheap? I hate it because for everything that gets fixed, another problem comes up. But in the spirit of my new found freedom and well, because otherwise I would be living in a lean-to, I am attacking my home repairs with gusto... No know-how, other than what I learned at the knees of my grandma and my ex but with plenty of Lumbee enthusiasm.
I have a dream, nay, I have a goal... I will have my house done by this time next year. I will, weekly, do something to work on my house. As it relates to my home, I will be the little engine that could. I will persevere. I will.... you get the picture.
I bring this up because I have lived in this house for eight long years. I have lived in sweltering 90 plus degrees in the house in the summer because of no a.c. and because of subarctic temps (and here I exaggerate only slightly) during the winter. For seven years I lived here with my ex and, at times, as many as four kids. My house is a nice 900-1000 square feet and that may be stretching it. Work was done before we moved in to make it livable, and then later as we could afford it. After a while it became too much to work on and live in for the ex, so nothing else was done.
I love my house. I love it. I hate it. I love it. It is like a relative that you tolerate because they are family and you have to put up with them and pretend to enjoy their company. After all, you only see them once a year, right? Well my house is sort of like that. I love it because, face it, where else am I going to live for this cheap? I hate it because for everything that gets fixed, another problem comes up. But in the spirit of my new found freedom and well, because otherwise I would be living in a lean-to, I am attacking my home repairs with gusto... No know-how, other than what I learned at the knees of my grandma and my ex but with plenty of Lumbee enthusiasm.
I have a dream, nay, I have a goal... I will have my house done by this time next year. I will, weekly, do something to work on my house. As it relates to my home, I will be the little engine that could. I will persevere. I will.... you get the picture.
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