For the last six weeks I have been wandering from room to room doing small things.
All these small thing appear to have a common theme: Putting the Cross House back together.
And this feel really good.
Nothing I have done is visually dramatic. There are no stunning Before/After images. But the house, I dunno, feels better. It feels less pulled apart. It also functions better.
It is really easy when doing over a big ol’ house to end up with stuff everywhere, with every room filled with lumber and tools and house bits and stuff stuff stuff.
However, I learned long ago that this can be soul destroying. It is not only bad for the owner but is also bad for anybody working on the house. Thus, about twice a year, I go on a scour rampage. I scour the house of stuff stuff stuff and also clean everything, like the floors and mantel tops and window sills.
Today, the Cross House is more organized and stuff-free than it has ever been since I purchased the house almost four years ago. Almost all the rooms are now wholly empty of stuff stuff stuff and I relish walking around the house enjoying its Zen-like emptiness.
Also, I long ago discovered that getting people to work on an old house is HUGELY easier when they are not confronted with stuff stuff stuff everywhere.
In summation, although the south facade of the Cross House is still an utter wreck (the big 2018 project), and most of the rooms still look like bombs have gone off in them, the house feels a lot better than it did six weeks ago.