Be It Ever So Humble...

Mitch was right; most of the windows were in last week. For some reason, all operable windows and doors were not. Not quite sure why, but I’ve learned not to ask too many questions. Even the glass panes for the large skylight in the entry/library/mud/receiving room were in place. More noticeable than having the glass installed, is not having the plastic tarp covering the house. You can see from the photos how different everything is without it. Nice guy Mitch is, but Christo he’s not.

I know it is so bourgeois to talk about one’s view, but how about that view! As much as I go up and visit the house, I am always amazed by it. Living in the city for so many years, my idea of a vista is looking across a two way street. When the broker first took me up to the lot and I saw the valley below, I knew I wanted to live there. Who knows, maybe I will become so accustomed to it that I won’t even notice it after a while, but now it still manages to awe me every time I’m there. How about that view!

The next milestone at Brokeback Manor will be the installation of the doors, locks and all. I can’t wait to arrive at my front door, insert the keys (if I haven’t forgotten them at home) and enter the entry/library/mud/receiving room. Hopefully the alarm won’t go off and I won’t have to spend the next 15 minutes trying to remember my code. Okay so it’s not finished inside; the mantle is still a rusted I-beam, the dining table is a sawhorse work table, and the dining room seating is a pair of metal folding chairs. “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”