Destructive Therapy

I've got splinters and cuts and blisters and damn, they feel good! I've been ripping my kitchen apart. Wait for my husband? Ha! I do not think so. Of course it is killing him that I'm going ahead with it. He is my workaholic, paperworkaholic and I'm hands on. Gotta DO something to move this along.

What is amazing is the tongue and groove construction. I primed a room, took down molding, cut off more wallpaper and unfortunately, found more asphalt on the floor. UGH! It seems to be in hidden places. And it smells just like the roads when the pave them with hot asphalt. Why did people do that? ON TOP OF HARDWOOD FLOORS! CRAZY!

I'm really, really hoping that the guy who strips floors is coming out this weekend. And Allen! He may come and rip out our rotten window and build a new frame!!!! He's already closed in the garage. Thank goodness he studied old architecture so he truly appreciates the beauty in this house and knows what to do and not to do to add to it.

We just bought another 1 and a half acres beside us, too! We were informed that either we buy it or the millionaire next door to us buys it OR the people will keep it and there will soon be a trailer park. We bought it. It took every single penny we had though! If the millionaire (can you picture Scrooge?) had bought it I am beyond certain he would have put something horribly tacky. I mean, the man has a title loan place in front of his mansion! Which is also wayyyy too close to us! He'll do anything to make money from people having a hard time. And I do mean anything.

So my therapy has been demolition. This old house...I still love it :)

And all is well here.

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