Paul Siskin

Ready for my Close Up

If for no other reason than to keep people reading this blog, contractor Mitch must make some progress on the house, I need photographs. All this “internal work” just doesn’t cut it when it comes to posting, as interesting as a shower body may be. For all the money I spent on the septic system, it should photograph like an Ansel Adams, but it doesn’t. I must have more changes to document. 

Rest easy wild turkeys of Brokeback Mountain. Thanksgiving is not going to happen in my house this year. What a surprise! I don’t have great hopes for Christmas either. I think the first celebration I will be having up there may be my retirement fete. Of course the chances of my being able to retire after this house are about as good as me being in by this Halloween. How ironic that I finally get around to building my retirement home and I can’t afford to retire because of it. I guess it will always be my weekend house, my place in the country, my personal weekend money pit away from the city.



I’m wondering if I can get Ms. Biggs into a plastic balloon and float her over Hudson Valley. Yes that’s right, a reality show. I’m thinking we need another. Each week we can get another group of designers or architects to come and critique the house. At the end of the show, architect Joan and I will address each of their comments. What a great weekly show, primetime at the very least. Move over Thom Filicia! I promise I won’t come out at the end of the show saying “I’m ready for my close up, Cindy Allen.” Nor will I do my Mr. Blandings imitation. A few references to Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal might be a little hard to resist, but I’ll do my best. 

Posted by Paul Siskin on October 28, 2009 | Comments (4)