Sunday, May 5, 2013

Beginning of the End

We came home to a large pile of various types of wood on Friday, so construction will be starting in earnest this week. It feels like it's already been going on for months, but I'm just happy it's underway. Plus, I should mention that my sense of time is horribly skewed at the moment. For example, it FEELS like I've been pregnant for roughly 47 years. In reality, I might be overstating the time a bit.

Anyway, a few additional pictures of the house and mess associated with it. Oh, and a couple of Maya...she's soon going to be old news, so I'll let her have some of the spotlight while she still can.
Maya LOVES the attic. It didn't however, occur to her to help the pregnant lady move stuff - she mostly just wandered around getting dirty.

Living room post-attic clean out. Most of it is my stuff from my old apartment, so I have NO clue what's in those boxes and bags. I suspect there may be a copy of an AP Euro History report for Mr. Ortman, as well as my prom dress (and, quite possibly, my prom hair).
Per my dad's request, blueprints of the (eventual) house. Front and left side.
This shows the back of the house and the right side.
First floor after construction - the main differences are the wall knocked down between the living room and the guest bedroom to create one large front room. Wall between kitchen and back bedroom will eventually go, also.
Second floor blueprints. 3 bedrooms, 1 bath. Stairs going up to the attic.

The little piece of paper that held everything up. *Sigh*. Oh, Arlington, why must you be a gigantic pain in the ass.

 

Materials for the construction, delivered on Friday and now making it impossible for the front lawn to be mowed.

During one of my multiple trips up during the night, I realized that Maya had taken over the foot of the bed. I also realized that there was a packet of crunchy Chinese noodles from last night's delivery on the floor by the bed. It wasn't there when we went to bed, that's all I'm saying.

1 comment:

  1. You do plan to install an elevator so that your aging parents can get to their apartment, right?

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