Most of my time spent on the Cross House involves painting the exterior. If somebody had told me before I purchased the house that I would be doing this I do not think I would have pursued the house.
My painting the exterior was a decision developed in incremental steps. I tried finding a painter; none wanted the job. And I was entirely sympathetic.
I am glad though to be doing the work. For, I am a really good house painter. Also, I love love love getting to know every inch of the exterior on such an intimate level.
But I hope to never paint it again. Please God, let me be able to afford somebody else the next time the house requires painting. (A repaint will be MUCH easier than what I am undertaking.)
What this means is that for most of the year I largely ignore everything else due to a lack of time. Yes, I find time, for example, to get tower finials restored, but somebody else does that work.
Come winter however I am forced off the scaffolding towers and inside. In Kansas I can usually paint through November, December, and January. Just not every day. February and March are inside months.
This means that for the next four months I will get two solid months inside to get some work done, and more days dependent upon the weather.
The interior looks like a bomb has gone off in every room. Every plaster ceiling has holes in it. Some ceilings are missing altogether. All the wall have gaping holes and ominous cracks. And more. So much more. Terrifyingly more.
In the winter of 2014/15 I managed to get the parlor and library looking presentable. Each is close to being ready for decoration, and I was excited to think that this work could be completed this winter.
But…but…methinks my plans are changing.
As I walk though the house of late I am increasingly aware of how much its bomb-damaged state is starting to nag at me.
Fix me! Fix me!
And I hate a nagging house.
Fix me! Fix me!
I don’t have the time or money to magically finish thirteen rooms this winter but what if I fix as much of the bomb damage as possible?
My mind ponders this new idea…
LOWER STAIR HALL
HOUSE KEEPERS ROOM
So, you appreciate the daunting task which bedevils my soul.
Obviously, there is no way I will get everything done. Sigh. But some things will get done this winter, and I will plug away at other things through 2017.
So, let’s meet a year from now and check out the progress? We will have some wine as we walk though the many rooms. Perhaps with some soft music in the background.