Last night, late, we had a windstorm! With winds up to 45MPH! I kept running outside to check out the cat fence where I live. Was it still standing? It was!
Then I began to worry about the wood scaffolding at the Cross House. HOW could it and the tarp survive all this?
This morning, I ran outside first thing. I expected all the cat fence to be lying flat down, with my cats dancing in the street. We’re free! We’re free!
But…no. The fence was totally undamaged and all the cats seemed only concerned about breakfast.
But, surely, the scaffolding at the big house was toast?
In the early afternoon I nervously pulled up to the house. My fears were realized.
Stepping inside, I walked up to the Octagon Bedroom, which I have been using as a staging area.
The wood scaffolding was neatly stacked against a wall. HUH?
How was this possible? And the window was not even broken?
(Everything I wrote above is a lie. Well, save the windstorm. We really did have such a storm. It was scary. But, today, Justin and I took down the scaffolding. It was, by a miracle, still intact.)
(Again, I am lying. Justin and I did NOT take down the scaffolding. Aliens did. And it was sweet of them to stack all the lumber so nicely.)
In any event:
Sadly, the third and first floor will have to wait a while before being restored. Sigh. My hope is that I will be able to paint the big gable at least in 2021, but most of the year will be spent on (drum roll, please) GETTING ROSS MOVED IN!
Oh, maybe the aliens can help finish the painting?
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