More ch-ch-changes

So this is just a quick post mostly about more changes in the ongoing project that we call home. Living in a construction project is not for the faint of heart, and if you think we’re crazy, well, you’re not the only one.

But we love it (most of the time).

John’s latest furniture project, a chair, has changed from this:

pre-chair

to this:

John even did the leather upholstery himself.

John even did the leather upholstery himself.

It’s just my size.

For perspective, you can see that our new chair is just my size. I'd just planted our vegetable garden, hence the lovely outfit and dirty knees.

For perspective, I let John take my picture in the chair. I’d just finished planting our vegetable garden, hence the lovely outfit and dirty knees.

But the real flurry of activity has come upstairs – in the past couple of weeks, we’ve had one crew in hanging, floating and texturizing sheetrock and another painting. It’s been noisy and dusty and nuts, but the results are amazing. Things are a long way from through, but they’re much closer than they were.

Take a gander.

Looking from the living room through the short hall to the exercise room.

Looking from the living room through the short hall to the exercise room.

John's actually been doing the exercise room himself .

John’s actually been doing the exercise room himself. He’s more meticulous than most professionals.

This is looking up from the living room to the third-floor loft master suite. I just hope our knees hold out long enough to enjoy it.

This is looking up from the living room to the third-floor loft master suite. I just hope our knees hold out long enough to enjoy it.

And this is the sun-room-style kitchen that opens onto the screened-in porch. Envision it with white trim and cabinets. You'll just have to trust me.

And this is the sun-room-style kitchen that opens onto the screened-in porch. Envision it with white trim and cabinets. You’ll just have to trust me.

I also want to mention one last thing that has nothing to do with changes in our  house, but I keep thinking about it. Last Saturday, Julia and I rescued a fledgling robin from the middle of Markham by UAMS. He was hunkered down and scared stiff by the cars whizzing by, so it was easy for me to grab him.

The little guy (or girl), who spent the night in a box in our dining room, wouldn’t eat for us, so we knew we’d have to turn him loose soon. I tried baby bird food in a syringe, and John dug him up worms and fished potato bugs out of our compost bin, but little birdy wasn’t having any of it.

After worrying about him all night, I decided to put him in our fenced-off garden to protect him from our dogs and all the cats who live around here.

Little robin in the mulch.

Little robin in the mulch.

He had very different ideas, though, and immediately hopped through the fence and into the alley, alternating low-flying with hopping. Before I could even yell, “Watch out for cats,” a male cardinal swooped down from our neighbor’s privacy fence to assist the little guy. Pretty darn precious. I lost sight of them as they headed down the alley together.

Don’t know what became of baby bird, but we tried our best. He seemed to be a survivor. And that caring cardinal is a champ.

You can barely see them for the shadows and the bamboo, but the red spot is the rescue cardinal. What a guy!

You can barely see them for the shadows and the bamboo, but the red spot is the rescue cardinal. What a guy!

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2 thoughts on “More ch-ch-changes

  1. Chair is awesome. Love the lines. I know the house is an ongoing project, but looks amazing. If u dont mind me asking, who did the stair railing. I’m needing a small portion myself. Love the robin story.

    • Thanks, Susan. The curved staircase was ordered (in pieces) from a company in Maine, I think. I’ll have to check with John. Getting it here was expensive and getting it upstairs was crazy hard! Took a crew headed by my brother-in-law because it arrived when John was awaiting back surgery. But the railing on the regular stairs leading to the second floor was redone/repaired by John himself.

      And I’ve rescued birds my whole life. He was a stubborn little cutie!

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