Being a homeowner is sometimes more hair-raising than it should be. During the past month I’ve been praying that the unseasonably warm weather the Washington area has enjoyed so far this fall would continue. Not because I wanted to get the convertible out more, but because our house desperately needed painting. After ten years and a major kitchen renovation that involved punching new windows, it was looking very shabby, and not in a chic way.
But you know how it goes. The workmen say they’ll definitely be there on October 22. Then the schedule slips a bit. Like four weeks. The trouble is, paint can’t be applied successfully when the temperature falls below the mid-forties, which is quite typical for evening temperatures in November here.
I held onto the shreds of my calm as I watched the days pass. But then the office called to say they’d be here for sure on Monday to start power-washing the place. Which they did, and then left it to dry. For five days. But we must have done something wonderful in a former life, because the glorious warm and dry weather actually held. Just as we despaired of ever the painters again, lo and behold they showed up with a full crew on Friday and the whole place, trim and all, was freshly painted by dusk on Saturday. Sssshew! I’ll write more interesting posts later on this week, after I’ve recovered. That was more suspense than I normally enjoy in my home renovation projects.
You can see the result above, looking especially snazzy because the Mulberry tree leaves are changing this week. This is the week that tree completely earns its place in our front yard. And to think I’ve had it called a “weed tree” to my face. Hmmmph.
