I fell asleep with a paintbrush in my hand last night. It was a pathetic and comical (so says Steve) slump-over at the end of a string of long days. That (our fading energy!), combined with the passing days on the calendar, has prompted us to say, with much joy, and a little relief, 'good enough!'. It's been three weeks of renovations, countless trips to the transfer station, many helping hands, 32 gallons of paint, major progress made between the hours of 9pm and 2am, approximately ten thousand trips to the hardware store, and a lot of coffee. I started drinking coffee again. A lot of coffee. And I'm even sort of kind of getting used to the air mattress.
After turning a little bit of work over to the professionals for a few days, we will be ready to move in. Which doesn't mean the house is 'done' - oh goodness, no - just 'good enough.' Lots of things on our 'before move-in' list have been bumped to the 'sometime this winter list.' I think we shall be living amongst exposed lath and half-torn down ceilings in some spots of the house for quite some time. Such, I think, is the adventure of living in a 200 year old farmhouse. And such will be our entertainment and fun all winter long! (For this winter and many more to come, I do predict.)
But! Amidst the corners of construction, are also some corners of beauty emerging. In tiny little glimpses out of the corner of my eye, I'm beginning to see a different house than the one we first started working on. Quite amazingly, and with a lot of work and so much help...it's turning into our house.