The deep clean begins. I expect over the next three months my house will be cleaner, tidier, more polished, and perhaps a bit emptier. The stacks are growing again. And it’s time for some well-managed deep clean.
On Saturday I took antique oil to most of the old wooden things in the house. The dining room table is gleaming. And the front door is quite nice now that it’s been cleaned and oiled.
I’ve been feeling some overly-sensitive sensations in one of my molars for the last couple of months, and a dentist visit this week confirmed what I had surmised: a teenage-years amalgam filling is finally giving way. The tooth needs a crown. Even with insurance, this is expensive.
And then . . . for several years I’ve been aware that my back-porch addition flat roof needed replacing. Calls to several roofers have gone unheeded; they just don’t show up to even bid on a job! And these are people that have been recommended to me.
Well, my neighbors hired Miguel and his son Brandon to work on their roofing needs, and they are very happy. And I watched these guys work over the last couple of weeks. So I asked them for a bid.
Miguel showed me photos of the shoddy workmanship — no flashing, no sealing around the AC lines as they enter the house — and the cracked roofing material on my porch roof. Here goes a quick grand…. But it needs to be done, and there’s no time like the present.
And as I update this post before publishing, the roof is now complete. Rarely have been happier to spend $1000 than I am right now. These guys were just super!
An almost-exhaustive compendium of
photos of places I’ve lived over my 56 years
I am missing photos of the places I lived during the summers of 1981 and 1982, as I worked in Missouri between college semesters. Summer 1981 was at Southwest Baptist University in the Admissions office; Summer 1982, in Tarkio as a summer missionary.
1986. I am missing a photo of the house I rented in Bolivar while I was Director of Admissions at Southwest Baptist University. The building has subsequently been demolished.
1999. I am missing a photo of my townhouse in Owensboro, Kentucky, where I taught college for one year.
And then I bought my own dream home in November 2008. And I’ve been here ever since, with one dog and then another. I like it here.
The new, 25 Lawn Place, on January 27.
Tuesday evening, on the porch swing.
25 Lawn Place, dressed for the season.
Empty porches on Lawn Place.
From the south.
Here’s a bonus: my elementary school in Lee’s Summit.