If You Can't Be In the House You Love...

Life in small-town Trinidad, Colorado has been rolling along.  We've pretty much gotten into our routine.  I work Monday - Friday.  I've picked up a couple of local clients who seem to appreciate me.  My consulting clientele are always a big boost to my ego.  And I think we all need an ego boost now and then.

The rest of my work week consists of my clients from California who still want me to help them with their work.  I have the best of both worlds.  And for this, I am truly thankful. 

Les has been busy working on either our mountain top or our duplex.  Lately, he's been working on the duplex -- thus the title of this blog.  If you can't be in the house you love, love the house you're in.  We are painting at this point.  The entire interior of this house was a ghostly white.  Flat, uninteresting, boring.  Now it's turning into a warm, creamy gold color with accents of a darker tannish-gold and I'm deciding on a 3rd color today.  I bought a can of paint for the highlight color, but it looks too much like the middle color so it's going to go into the kitchen instead.

I had been looking at cellular shades for the windows, but have since decided to just give the vinyl shades a good cleaning and leave well-enough alone.  We want to save every penny for our strawbale house.  Sooner or later, the actual strawbale adventure will be under way and I want all of our creative genius and extra money to go toward that instead.

Not that I don't love this little house.  It's really quirky.  I've already talked about how the old hardwood floors creak with every step.  It has a truly frightening basement.  It's just a hole in the ground with a house built on top of it.  Someone, though, has been thoughtful enough to leave me many, many pots for plants in that basement.  (I'm looking forward to seeing them on my mountain top.)

The house also has crooked floors.  I dare not place a pencil horizontally on my desk as it will immediately begin rolling toward the far end of the desk never to be seen again behind my monitors.  There is a notable dip in the hallway just off of the dining room.  The laundry room was added much later but it was done on the cheap so when you walk on the floor, you actually feel it moving under foot. 

But all of this adds to the charm of this old house.  It was born the same year as my mother.  1923 was a very good year and I love this house.  But it pales in comparison to what is in store for us up on that mountain. 

And the clock ticks away.....