construction zone

The entire building where I work is undergoing retrofitting, and the art has all been removed from the walls/rooms have been emptied of contents/hallways have been sectioned off. All sorts of junk lines the corridor, and construction workers abound. We may or may not be kicked out of the building entirely next week, depending on the whims of faculty and architects (ie not me).

At home, it is much the same inside. I forgot to take photos, but the walls to the first three rooms are exposed and ready for insulation, wiring and plumbing. Our first order was to determine the real-life dimensions of our new kitchen, which previously had only existed on paper. Hubby did not like the outcome, so we may be tweaking that a bit in the following weeks. Thankfully, things are moving along outside. Spring clean-up/large garbage is going on this week in my village, so we hauled our share of garbage (actually, not our share. Someone else's share that they just left behind...).


This was stuff in the house or the workshop, we haven't touched the barn contents yet (which contains at least a few more mattresses and appliances that I can think of). The majority of it was carpet pieces, as it appears no occupant has ever thrown away carpet from that house in the last 5 decades. They just piled it up out back, in the shed that is attached to the house. This resulted in a weird strata of carpet remnants, with styles and colours dating their origin. Yuck.


Just beyond the garbage pile, at the other end of the driveway, are cheerier sights: daffodils and garlic sprouting next to the white picket fence. Behind that is the garden plot I've laid out, whose sod must be uprooted and tilled. This is a big job, but my husband is a champ and is tackling it in sections.



Even my dog has gotten into the spring spirit, and went mucking around in the mud. She arrived home after dark with my husband, and it took a long bath to clean her of it.