Houses

 

Another dreary evening working in the basement.

 

Terry is finishing up the closet,

when wait a minute...

 

Nick shows up with a new car...

 

and his new puppy Milo.

 

That kid keeps busy,

 and the new Husky puppy is ADORABLE.

Back to the basement.

Terry has finished the wall,

now he's working on the sliding door.

 

We picked up an old louvered door at the salvage yard downtown,

and it needs alot of work.

So now we're in the bathroom downstairs.

 

Painting the ceiling black,

 and Terry is now adding a drop down ceiling over the sink,

 with a light in it.

Just can't get enough cedar in this basement.

Love it.

Painting a basement ceiling

 is probably the stupidest idea I've ever come up with...

but Terry's project is coming along nicely.

 

I got sick of painting,

and worked on the doll house for a while.

 

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Saturday afternoon, we went to some estate sales in Detroit.

 

One was dangerously close to Brightmoor...

So we finally mustered up the courage

 to go by the old house that my mother grew up in.

 

I was speechless at the sight of it.

 

The grand house I had visited every weekend

 as a child has been reduced to a hollowed out shell.

 

The home that my Grandfather so lovingly cared for

 and kept looking pristine, sat looking like a casualty of war.

 

Bright Red, with White awnings.

Manicured lawn, and flowers, and grapevines on the fence.

 

Thank goodness, I have my visual memories of this house.

 

That is all that is left. 

 

Back at home, Terry finished the drop down

 over the sink in the basement bathroom,

 and I still have to finish the painting of the ceiling. Argh.

 

I don't like that big painting thing,

so back to the dollhouse,

 where I did an awesome tiny paint job in one of the rooms,

 

and then I cut the carpeting wrong,

that I paid twenty dollars for.

 

OMG, I was mad.

 

But I love houses.

Big houses, little doll houses,

 old houses, and memories of houses.