Our house is a hybrid of the do-it-yourself series, This Old House, and the hilarious movie from the 1980’s, The Money Pit. Never mind that my kitchen is probably from the 1950’s; we are evidently concentrating on the outside for the time being. At this writing, our fairly large free-standing garage is being resided to match the main house we re-sided not too long ago. A few months ago we had a friend put in a brand new concrete front walk, which necessarily included two sets of steps (we live on a small slope.) He’ll be out later for the back steps and the driveway.
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I guess some people still think that co-habitation is a smart thing before marriage, you know, to make sure they’re compatible and other such nonsense. I have a better idea: during some of the home improvements when we first moved into our current abode, I decided then and there that it should be federal mandate for couples to work together renovating an old house prior to being issued a marriage license.
I daresay fewer couples would continue to “co-habit”.
My husband is meticulous. I, on the other hand, am not quite so patient. He’s sees one job; I see ten. He can focus for hours; I am, well, not usually quite that skilled. Nor careful I might add. Blogger brother Wally Fry posted a meme that pretty much hits the mark HERE. (I don’t know where he and his wife, Heather, find these things, but they’re so dag-gum true!)
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A great poem by Kathy Boecher at A Time To Share! Not only does it speak to me because of my house (I’ll let the percolate in your imagination–even This Old House experts might be challenged here…) but mostly because of the redemption message that is deeply embedded yet thinly veiled for those who know the grace of our Lord Jesus. And, as always, the fab painting is by her talented husband, Paul.
Original art painted plein air by Paul T. Boecher©
A LITTLE HOUSE
A little house stands all alone, no people left inside,
There once was life within that house and laughter did abide,
The windows are now boarded up, the grass is overgrown,
The roof is battered, walls need paint, some love needs to be sown,
A fixer upper, yes indeed, but still a strong foundation,
Where walls can once again be filled with strong determination.