my poor dog
I just woke up 20 minutes ago, due to a cold, wet pressure on my neck. It was Chloe's nose. I took her outside and we walked the entire circumfrence of our new lawn. Now we are back inside, but for the last ten minutes, she has done nothing but whine at me and paw suggestively at the front door.
We spent the night out here for the first time, mostly because I wanted to be able to get up as early as it is and spend a few hours here and there working on this rickshack that will soon be my house. Currently, all the furniture is in one room until we are done remodeling the kitchen and living room. Most of this stuff was here when they first built the house, back in 1901. It is still standing, though, and out of all the things that survived garage sales and a century of use, it is always the tackiest foodware, the ugliest couch, and the biggest spiders you've ever seen... of course, all the bugs were dead when we got in here.
The wood is old. In the bedrooms, the timber used as paneling (tongue and groove 12' x 1/2" x 8" oak) has the original scribbles of the yardkeeper down by the railroad tracks. You can see where they wrote which train it was on as they delivered it to Fayetteville, then to Elkins by truck.
Some things need to be done. The sink faucet in the bathroom only has a trickle of pressure. On the outside, the wood siding is rotting under the kitchen window. The toilet gets confused and refills the commode for a bit too long.
The storm cellar in the back lawn, which was originally the front when they first built this place, is filled with rainwater. I went inside it yesterday and dropped a pump into it. It takes about 2 hours to drop 6" of water from a 7x9 foot room. If anyone knows how many cubic inches are in a gallon, then they can tell me how many gallons was in this cellar if the water was originally 28" deep.
It's out in Elkins. Where you have to slap every tickle. If you don't know what that means, you'll figure it out when you visit. It would be nice to have more people visiting. Just more friends in general. Not people who have an agenda with you, but genuinely share something in common or just like you. It's a big house and there's a lot of work to do. Speaking of which, thank you Alex for helping me move that stuff from my dad's. That was truly a solid favor.
This is getting too long not to be a big deal. I'll be online all day, and checking my messages since we finally have cable internet. There's a good chance that I'll be out working, but my ethic allows me to take plenty of breaks, so don't be afraid to send me an IM on instant messenger.
Take it easy people.
You're prettier than you think.
We spent the night out here for the first time, mostly because I wanted to be able to get up as early as it is and spend a few hours here and there working on this rickshack that will soon be my house. Currently, all the furniture is in one room until we are done remodeling the kitchen and living room. Most of this stuff was here when they first built the house, back in 1901. It is still standing, though, and out of all the things that survived garage sales and a century of use, it is always the tackiest foodware, the ugliest couch, and the biggest spiders you've ever seen... of course, all the bugs were dead when we got in here.
The wood is old. In the bedrooms, the timber used as paneling (tongue and groove 12' x 1/2" x 8" oak) has the original scribbles of the yardkeeper down by the railroad tracks. You can see where they wrote which train it was on as they delivered it to Fayetteville, then to Elkins by truck.
Some things need to be done. The sink faucet in the bathroom only has a trickle of pressure. On the outside, the wood siding is rotting under the kitchen window. The toilet gets confused and refills the commode for a bit too long.
The storm cellar in the back lawn, which was originally the front when they first built this place, is filled with rainwater. I went inside it yesterday and dropped a pump into it. It takes about 2 hours to drop 6" of water from a 7x9 foot room. If anyone knows how many cubic inches are in a gallon, then they can tell me how many gallons was in this cellar if the water was originally 28" deep.
It's out in Elkins. Where you have to slap every tickle. If you don't know what that means, you'll figure it out when you visit. It would be nice to have more people visiting. Just more friends in general. Not people who have an agenda with you, but genuinely share something in common or just like you. It's a big house and there's a lot of work to do. Speaking of which, thank you Alex for helping me move that stuff from my dad's. That was truly a solid favor.
This is getting too long not to be a big deal. I'll be online all day, and checking my messages since we finally have cable internet. There's a good chance that I'll be out working, but my ethic allows me to take plenty of breaks, so don't be afraid to send me an IM on instant messenger.
Take it easy people.
You're prettier than you think.