This Old House

So much beauty and splendor in old houses. Notice their attention to detail; their unique features; their originality - not cookie cutter at all. It's what I love so much about my 1948 Clintonville Cape Cod. And, unfortunately, it's what I hate most about my 1948 Cape Cod!

Part of the reason old homes are unique is because each previous owner, including the builder has had a chance to add their own touches. Sometimes they know what they are doing and other times they do not. :-)

My picture insert today may look like all of the other holes in the walls that Larry has had to endure and unscramble since tackling the kitchen remodel. To me and the common eye, it looks like just another hole in the wall. To Larry it represents being thoughtful to details, solving puzzles and continuing his journey toward perfect patience and the completion of my dream kitchen.

The muffled, under the breath name of Chet (a former owner of our house) is often heard as a four-letter curse word in our house - Chet, Chet, Chet whatever have you done here! Yesterday was no different as Larry unscrambled the maize of wires and electrical boxes found in wall number three. The good thing is that he was successful - the bad thing was that it took the majority of a day to fix.

Some of you have said to me that you'd be insane by now living around so much construction. To those of you who scratch your head and wonder how I do it, I say to you - it's so worth the wait, because I know the builder and you just can't wait long enough for his kind of perfection. Yes, I'm willing to wait for however long it takes for my dream kitchen because I know it will be exactly that - my dream come true!