Over at the burnt-up house, interior demolition is DONE.
Someone offered me $20 to re-enact Xanadu up in here.
I’m still kind of amazed how cathartic the demolition phase has been. It’s like excising a tumor, or sloughing dead skin – I feel cleaner without all the dirty insulation and burnt can lights hanging from the ceiling. I expected to feel more loss with the interior of the house gone, like, “It may be dirty and smelly, but it’s MINE and you can’t HAVE IT.”
Well, you're still dirty and smelly. FOR NOW.
It’s funny, even after I describe the extent of the demolition, I still get asked, “So, are you still living there?”
Um, no. Because mama hates camping and loves running water. Also electricity.
A wee bit drafty.
Tyler is somewhat disappointed that the house will not be staying like this. Every time we go he shows me his new superpower – walking through walls.
Well sure that's a neat trick, but it's terrible for hide-and-seek.
Here in Florida, it’s been “fall” all week – the mornings start out in the mid-to-upper 60s, and the daytime highs don’t get above 90.
Yeah, I know. Not really fall. But we’ll see who’s laughing in February.
I’m not ready to pack up my summer dresses just yet, so I paired a gray-and-white striped maxi dress with a yellow cardigan – kind of a mid-century modern color scheme.
- Try not to be hypnotized by the stripes.
Dress: Old Navy
Cardigan: Ann Taylor Loft
Necklace: At Home in Thomasville
Nine weeks and five days after the fire that kinda-sorta destroyed our home, demolition has finally started.
When I went to pick up the mail at the burnt-up house and saw the almost-full Dumpsters, I almost wept from exhaustion and exhiliration. I felt as though all our stress, that we’ve been carrying around with us like an anchor, had been tossed in with the drywall.
That's not an athletic supporter. That means someone's been working.
Nine weeks and five days of waiting. Of watching our house, like a sick child, malinger. It’s like the fever finally broke and we can begin healing in earnest.
We have two Dumpsters. The other one is for drama.
The contractor did an astounding amount of work today. The entire kitchen has been ripped out, as well as the drywall in the dining room. The bedroom carpets are gone. Many of the doors and closet shelves are stored neatly in the sunroom.
- Title: Jabba the Hut. Medium: Carpet Pad.
I feel like a great weight has been lifted. The hardest part is behind us. (Famous last words, right?)
- This Dumpster relies on its sun-dappled camouflage color scheme to protect it from predators.