The Cross House
There is nuts.
And there is nuts.
The fact that I purchased the Cross House — a huge old pile with its every inch needing work — would confirm that I am, ok, nuts.
But…there is nuts. And THIS nuts is a quantum other level of nuttiness.
I am kinda embarrased to post this thread because it offers proof that I am, yes, not just nuts but stunningly nutty. A lock-me-away kind of nutty.
You will see what I mean below.
Even worse? I must admit that I like doing what you see below.
NOTE: In the close-up of the center window, it looks really cruddy. Luckily, most of the exterior does NOT look as bad. This is really really lucky as the exterior is really big. I mean, there is a lot of it. If I could unfold the house and lay it flat, it would, I suspect, reach New York City. Anyway, the previous owner, Bob Rodak, laboriously and expensively stripped off 120 years of mostly lead-based paint. The east and south facades are still bare wood. The west facade, which I am working on now, is like, essentially, repainting a ten-year-old house. Not too bad. The problem is that the higher one gets off the ground, and the more difficult it is to reach things, the more and more old paint still clings to the walls and trim like barnacles. But, the amount of old barnacles clinging to the house is minuscule as compared to what Bob inherited in 1999. So, while I am nuts, I am not so nuts as to buy a house this large caked, caked with 120 years of lead-based paint. And I am pleased that my nuttiness does, whew, have limits.