West Annie Street

Right now on my laptop I have a backlog of photos documenting the orderly progression of the house construction. I had planned on posting them in sequential fashion, but you know what? I can’t even. (Read “even” as a verb please) This is a train that I am running alongside, that Scott and I will hopefully jump onto one of these days. I’ll be lucky to be able to throw in whatever I can through the window before then.

So in that spirit of “devil-may-care” and “omg it can all go to hell at any point,” here are a few photos:

Oh, and this too.

Scott came across this photographer, David Maisel, and his aerial photos of salt fields are so beautiful. The yellow/greens are similar to the accent colors we are using at the house.

Yes, time for the pep talk. “You can’t slow down now. It’s the home stretch, you can see the finish line, but that doesn’t mean you can’t f@#$U@ it all up so you better buck up and breath later, got that!? Good!”

That’s just my internal dialog — I am so good to myself.

So, back to house business. We HAVE to pick EVERYTHING. period. Oh, and BUY IT too. I think that covers it.

The little bit of natural wood we have in the front of the house continues to be a thorn in our sides. For a moment we thought we had it (see picture). Me to Larry: “This finish sample is perfect!” Larry: “Um, I haven’t done anything to it. That’s an off batch of the Cedar, it just comes that way sometimes.” Me: “Crap.”