And I Said Unto Him

And I said unto Him, show me a sign, show me that I have made the right decision to cash in everything I have and build a house in Hudson.  Show me that it was wise not to think about retirement and think only of the present.  Reassure me that 60 is the new 40, and that interior decorators will always be needed, be it feast or famine.  And here it is, the sign I was looking for.

I told you I would have some new pictures, and here they are.  My sister Dorothy (not Sister Dorothy) took them, and you can see some progress, although not much. The plywood roof is up, but other than that, I couldn’t see much change from last week.  I’m getting a little frustrated, because I really want the house closed up by winter, which means windows, doors and skylights.  Contractor Mitch says he will be delivering the skylights, front window slots, and front door by next week, but without the glass.  Yes, that should prove very effective against the elements. And of course there is always the front and sides, which remain open—no doors, windows, or chimneystack.  There’s still a ways to go. 

The best thing about these pictures is that I showed them to architect Joan and she got very excited.  The lingering David Mann question about the fireplace placement versus a wall of glass still loomed over her.  I think these pictures helped put an end to her doubts. With her enthusiasm back, we were able to resolve some details like the placement of the steel mullions and the fireplace details—all possible excuses for delays in construction.

It is in these details that I hope to keep the 1950ishness in check; having the steel divided panes instead of using storefront plate glass windows and doors goes a long way in not dating the house. I was, at first, concerned about breaking up the view with mullions.

But it doesn’t matter. You can still see Russia from my house.