Revivalized

Coinky-dink? I don't think so.

2007-08-15T12:27:00.001-04:00

Since posting my beloved kitchen design, I've run across two very similar examples.

1) Ina Garten's Hamptons Kitchen

2) A kitchen from Real Simple's article "The Well-Organized Kitchen" (looked much better in the magazine)

I have this visceral reaction to them. First, I love the green - it's our favorite color. We have painted three rooms and counting different shades of green in our house. Second, the white cabinets look so clean and retro. Last, I am really fond of open/glass-faced shelving for its dramatic qualities.

But...

here's the big but...

there are also parts of them I decidedly do NOT like. In general, I'm immune to the whole dark-as-possible, must look like stone counter craze. I think in 10 years black counters are going to scream dated, just like avocado appliances and shag carpets do now. I don't feel as strongly against stainless steel appliances, but I'm not drinking the kool-aid on them either. It just seems so disgustingly goosestepping-to-the-trends yuppie. We're cheap, we bought a white refrigerator, and as scary as it seems (since we're - you know - slobs), we'll probably be buying other white appliances too.

Soooooo...I don't know what to think. My guess is that the look is a whole, and taking out some elements would diminish it. But maybe not. Maybe I can pick and choose what I like.

Love This Quote

2007-08-15T10:50:00.000-04:00

From Truman Capote, The Grass Harp (found via an old issue of Real Simple magazine that I picked up from a recycling area):

"If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours."

I love what it says about both housekeeping and marriage.

Eureka

2007-08-14T14:20:00.000-04:00

I found the link! Here's the source for my dream kitchen. While you're there, you could also find a lot of inspiration at the Smallest, Coolest Kitchen contest.

(Hint: Have you figured out what project we're contemplating?)

Kitchen P*rn

2007-08-14T13:50:00.000-04:00

I stopped reading Brownstoner's blog when the original owners finished their renovation and announced they would be involving the general public in the interior design. Fine for them - but I like me the interior design! But I've just ventured back there today, and hoowee is it a lively community now? Lots of different bloggers are chronicling their brownstone renos, and best of all, there's lots of drool-worthy kitchens going on there:

http://www.brownstoner.com/brownstoner/archives/renovation/

Plenty of inspiration and discussion there. But let me show you the kitchen I am in love with:

It was submitted as a part of one of Apartment Therapy's contests. I just love it. Even though it's nothing like what I ever pictured wanting a kitchen of mine to be.

Two Items

2007-08-09T14:25:00.000-04:00

Today, I discovered Backpack, which looks like it could be very useful AND fun for house renovation projects.

Also, I was directed to Debi Warner's Renovation Psychology website by the New York Times.

Cool stuff!

Good Advice

2007-08-08T10:40:00.000-04:00

From Not Martha about lessons learned in real esate. Go and add your own in the comments.

Long Time No Blog

2007-08-03T15:54:00.000-04:00

While we may have been radio silent for most of the past year, some progress has been made around the house. Probably the biggest project was upstairs, where we took the extraordinarily dark hallway and made it much much brighter:

Its amazing how much nicer the place felt after a clean coat of paint, especially one that was took the room from "Plum Peacock" to "Vanilla Brandy".

While I was in the middle of painting, I spontaneously decided to also get rid of the neon lime green that was on the walls in the laundry room -- luckily there was not much fear that K. would object to that decision, as she in general seems to shy away from the neon wall colors. That room is also much nicer now -- at least on the walls. The floor and other aspects of it could still use quite a bit of work:

Why did we decide to do this project when we did? Well, we knew we wanted to paint the hallway, but it was never that huge a priority. But it was something that I knew I could tackle in a weekend and a couple of evenings. And, more importantly, it was the first domino to fall that enabled us to start a chain reaction of house projects...but those will have to wait until another post.

Reminiscing

2007-08-02T12:21:00.000-04:00

I recently watched the movie, Bridge to Terabithia, and it has awakened memories of my favorite books as a child. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson was one of them, the others were:

Tuck Everlasting by Nathalie Babbit
The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin
Several by Zilpha Keatley Snyder: The Headless Cupid, The Egypt Game, The Velvet Room. (If you don't know ZKS, you can learn more here. She was a local writer where I grew up, and she even visited our school when I was in the fifth grade.)

When I started thinking about this last week, I realized that they all have something in common: elements of the supernatural or magical. Which makes sense. I still love the magical and supernatural. But I've also realized a second theme running through them: the love and care of old houses.

In Terabithia, Chapter Seven - The Golden Room includes a wonderful bit about house restoration:

First they ripped out the boards that covered the ancient fireplace, coming upon the rusty bricks like prospectors upon the mother lode. Next they got the old wallpaper off the living- room wall-all five garish layers of it. Sometimes as they lovingly patched and painted, they listened to Bill's records or sang, Leslie and less teaching Bill some of Miss Edmunds' songs and Bill teaching them some he knew. At other times they would talk. less listened wonderingly as Bill explained things that were going on in the world. If Momma could hear him, she'd swear he was another Walter Cronkite instead of some hippie." All the Burkes were smart. Not smart, maybe, about finding things or growing things, but smart in a way Jess had never known real live people to he. Like one day while they were working, Judy came down and read out loud to them, mostly poetry and some of it in Italian which, of course, less couldn't understand, but he buried his head in the rich sound of the words and let himself be wrapped warmly around in the feel of the Burkes' brilliance.

They painted the living room gold. Leslie and Jess had wanted blue, but Bill held out for gold, which turned out to be so beautiful that they were glad they had given in. The sun would slant in from the west in the late afternoon until the room was brimful of light.

Finally Bill rented a sander from Millsburg Plaza, and they took off the black floor paint down to the wide oak boards and refinished them.

"No rugs," Bill said.

"No," agreed Judy. "It would be like putting a veil on the Mona Lisa."

When Bill and the children had finished razor-blading the last bits of paint off the windows and washed the panes, they called Judy down from her upstairs study to come and see. The four of them sat down on the floor and gazed around. It was gorgeous.

Leslie gave a deep satisfied sigh. "I love this room," she said. "Don't you feel the golden enchantment of it? It is worthy to be" - Jess looked up in sudden alarm - "in a palace."

The Old Westerley Place is a main character in Headless Cupid:

Right out in front of the landing and at almost the same level was the hall chandelier, and beyond that the fan-shaped colored glass window above the front door. When the sun was low, it shone through the glass and was spattered by crystals of the chandelier into hundreds of shivering spots of red and green and gold. The front door was wide and thick and set in a carved frame of shiny dark wood. To the right and left, doors led into the living room and parlor and dining room, and if you leaned against the bannisters, you could also see th ekitchen door, farther down the hall.

The staircase itself was one of the best parts of the house. It was not very wide, but it was made of the same dark shiny wood, and the bannisters were elaborately carved. The fanciest posts were at both eends of each flight. They were carved to resemble a thick vine, twirling up to a huge wooden ball, and on each side fat wooden cupids reached up to touch the ball with chubby fingers. David's father said the bannister was very unusual and in good condidtion considering its age. There were only a few places where the wood was chipped or cracking, and there was one cupid, there on the landing, who had a missing head.

The Westing Game is All About Real Estate. The characters all live in Sunset Towers:

Sunset Towers faced east and had no towers. This glittery, glassy apartment house stood alone on the Lake Michigan shore five stories high. Five empty stories high.

It is the apartment you've always dreamed of, at a rent you can afford, in the newest, most luxurious building on Lake Michigan:

# Picture windows in every room
# Uniformed doorman, maid service
# Central air conditioning, hi-speed elevator
# Exclusive neighborhood, near excellent schools
# Etc., etc.

You have to see it to believe it. But these unbelievably elegant apartments will be shown by appointment only.

The building is built next to Old Westing House, an empty mansion once occupied by the famous founder of Westing Paper Products and subject of the mysterious game.

Growing up in San Francisco with a mother who was a sucker for an old decrepit house, it's not a surprise that this was an interest to me. But it's always so fascinating (to someone who changes as much as I do) to find these roots of my current day interests back in the little girl I once was.

Musings on House Value

2007-08-02T09:27:00.000-04:00

Today's New York Times article, What’s My House Worth? And Now? by Michelle Slatalla, reminded me of how strange it is to not know what our house is worth. I generally stick with the selling price in my mind, because that feels safest. The Professor thinks that the work we did increased the value, but the market is stalling where we are. We have a quite a few friends who are wanting to buy, but not willing to pay the prices that sellers are asking for. So properties are staying on the market for a while. It must be outsiders (like we were) buying them.

When we got here from the Big City, prices looked low to us. I mean, we winced at paying hundreds of thousands of dollars, justifying it to ourselves that it would seem like nothing when we are 60, but in return we got a huge house with wood trim and pocket doors and high ceilings. And we're happy. Our mortgage payments are high but doable on two professional salaries, though paying extra each month feels like pouring drops in a black hole for all the effect it has.

The house feels more and more like it's ours. At first, it seemed so foreign and filled with Grandpa's stuff. But painting helped. And filling it with our furniture. Putting art on the walls was a HUGE help (thanks, D., you rule!). And just living there for a while, having it become a part of our daily life.

It is like a marriage. Where once I had an yearning emptiness, now I feel fulfilled. Like the house has satisfied a deep need of mine. I grew up moving every few years and never felt settled. My parents don't live in any of those houses/apartments any more. There's something so profound about the sense of belonging someWHERE, in the same way that belonging to someONE is. It's been two years now (I know! Incredible, isn't it?), and I've accepted the house, imperfections and all, as a part of my life and a part of me.

It must be that feeling about the house that makes it so hard to evaluate worth. Just like when you're happy in a job, you're not thinking about salary, but as soon as you start feeling dissatisfied, you focus all of your unhappiness on how little you are being paid. I hope Casa Revivalized has retained its value, I hope that nothing we did has lowered the value, I hope that the market doesn't crash. But I really have no idea.

And it doesn't actually matter.

Because we're not selling. I see lots of lovely homes, especially along my 30-mile drive to work every day. And a little of that lust comes back, but it passes too. I'm so happy with our house, our life, our friends who are just a few blocks away that it's just not that tempting.

By the way, I did check, and none of those sites could estimate our current house value. I think it's because the technology is younger than two years. And some didn't even cover our rural area. But I did see what some friends of ours paid, which made me feel a bit better.

Reading Houses

2007-08-01T15:25:00.002-04:00

I've also checked out this book from our local library: House Thinking: A Room-by-Room Look at How We Live by Winifred Gallagher. So I'll give you a run-down of that, after I finish it.

S*x and Real Estate

2007-08-01T11:48:00.000-04:00

So you have to understand - back when I was an itty-bitty college gal, I lived and died by Marjorie Garber's brilliant analysis of gender. So to find that she's written a scholarly book about real estate is very exciting! I couldn't find it in the library today, but I did find this summary:

Sex and real estate: why we love houses
Garber, Marjorie B.

Summary: Sex and Real Estate is a witty, informative, and thought-provoking study of our complex relation to the ideas and actualities of house and home. With vast erudition lightly carried, Marjorie Garber - professor of English and director of the Humanities Center at Harvard University - ranges through literature, art, film, journalism, criticism, and the hard evidence of everyday experience, and gives us an acute analysis of the ways in which we think about the places we hang our hats. She discusses the House as Beloved ("Your house is the other person in your life," declares an architectural designer.), as Mother ("The house, we would like to think, loves us."), as Body ("both an ancient figure and a persistent desire"). She writes about the Dream House, the Trophy House ("We could call the purchasers of celebrity homes 'house-groupies.'"), the House as History, and the Summer House ("When you're seventeen, you dream of a summer romance. When you're forty-seven, you dream of a summer home."). Each chapter is a superb, individually constructed essay. Taken together, they add up to an enlightening and challenging exploration of one of the most familiar - but also most emotionally charged - elements of our lives.

Reviews: Anyone who has looked, even casually, at what are called "shelter" magazines, or who has engaged in the exhausting process of buying or selling property, will have been struck by the peculiarly erotic quality of the language used to describe the houses we live in or seek to own. Perhaps prompted by her own foray into real estate, Garber, author of Symptoms of Culture and Dog Love, among many other books, applies her richly stocked scholarly imagination to a consideration of the cultural role of the house. In a series of witty essays on the "House as Mother," as "Beloved," as "Body," as "Trophy" and the like, Garber segues smoothly in the course of a page or two from Freud and Jung to Chaucer, Shakespeare and popular film, effectively elaborating her contention that the house is not just something on which we lavish our erotic or emotional attention in lieu of a more appropriate object, but is also "a primary object of affection and desire." As a professor of English at Harvard and director of its Humanity Center, Garber is an established academic. While dazzling, her erudition is not intimidating; this book is bound to prompt lively after dinner discussion and perhaps a little abashed self-recognition in the nation's suburban great rooms and downtown lofts. (Credit: Cahners Business Information, Inc. Appeared in: Reed Elsevier Inc.)

Despite the title, this book is much more entertaining and witty than frivolous. Garber (English, Harvard Univ.) has published books on the psychological aspects of cross dressing, "symptoms" of culture, and dog love. Her new book has an easy writing style, appealing to the academic researcher, the student, and the browser. She advises in the introduction that her "chapters explore the cultural role of the house as mother, lover, body or self, fantasy, trophy, history and escape." Whether the book is cataloged as a study of architecture, house and home, sexual fantasy, or the home in popular culture, there is something of interest to a wide audience. (Credit: Mary Hamel-Schwulst, Towson Univ., MD Appeared in: Reed Elsevier Inc.)

Harvard University professor Garber has placed her latest book precisely on the desirable property line between academic and popular literature. Her theme draws parallels between romance and real estate. After all, Garber writes, we dream of certain houses. We "cruise" a house before making a proposal. We may yearn to possess a house anxiously, for weeks, before acquiring it and living with it; eventually, we leave it, hoping for something better. Garber's chapters meditate on different aspects of the home: the home as beloved, as a status symbol, as a reflection of our relationship to our history (what's that butter churn doing in your living room, anyway?). Drawing on diverse cultural references, Garber reviews the history of houses in society, their architectural styles, the various uses of rooms and furnishings, and the always-booming "nest" magazine industry (today's "yuppie pornography"). For professional realtors hoping to glimpse into the windows of their clients' psyches and for any reader who shares Garber's romantic attachment to houses, this book is sure to be a very hot property, indeed. (Credit: James Klise Appeared in: Syndetics Solutions, Inc.)

Despite its title, this is a serious and literate book in which the author addresses why and how we love houses. The romance of real estate and architectural seduction impinge in wondrous ways on our lives. Even a reader who has lived all of her or his life in the same house will find emotional reference and behavioral relevance, if not opportunity for domestic self-reflection, in this cultural study. Indeed, the author asserts that our relationships with our houses and their spaces are as fulfilling, and perhaps more self-conscious, than are our relationships with lovers. Full of literary references as well as factual anecdotes, the book covers cabins to castles; dream houses, trophy houses, and summer houses; and topics ranging from the house as body, as beloved, and as mother, to the house as history. The book is enjoyable and accessible to all educated readers and should provoke interesting academic discussion. Credit: Syndetics Solutions, Inc.)

Table of Contents
Introduction: Sex and Real Estate 3
1 The House as Beloved 25
2 The House as Mother 48
3 The House as Body 71
4 The Dream House 100
5 The Trophy House 120
6 The House as History 150
7 The Summer House 181
Epilogue: Why We Love Houses 205
Notes 209
Index 231

How cool does that look? Now I just have to find it!

The Itch

2007-07-30T11:12:00.000-04:00

After a long hiatus, during which Revivalization seemed inconceivable given our busy jobs, social life, and volunteer commitments, I think we're starting to get the itch again.

In the July 26 New York Times article Someone’s Watching Your House, I read:

Marjorie Garber, a professor of English and visual and environmental studies at Harvard, goes further in “Sex and Real Estate: Why We Love Houses” (Anchor Books, 2000). “In our present-day culture,” she writes, “the house often plays the role of lover, partner, significant other — the dream date and the dream mate, the one who will realize our desires and give a purpose to our plans and days.”

I'm so excited about this book and can't wait to read it. Because it really builds on my own thinking about the experience of house ownership, which I detailed in my post about the romance of real estate. So I couldn't wait to share the link with you, and hopefully soon my thoughts on the book.

In the meantime, we'll be posting some projects we worked on during the hiatus, plus I'm going to update the house tour photoset (it's woefully inaccurate), and I'll start laying out some of our future plans (hint: they involve the kitchen!).

The After

2006-10-09T10:04:00.000-04:00

It took them less than a week, despite some less-than-perfect weather, and now our house is all freshly painted:

As you see, for the porch floor we decided to go for a red instead of the grey it used to be or some equally innocuous color. The idea was that it would stand out a bit while still matching the red bricks of the structure. I have to admit that we have somewhat mixed feelings about the result. I like the color a lot by itself, but it does reflect quite a bit of redness onto the whole porch that I am a bit unsure of. But my guess is that it will grow on me. And I sure do love the green fishscales.

All in all I think the house looks a lot better, and I'm very happy that we got it painted both for appearances and for preservation reasons. I'm especially happy because we live in the historic district intown so the borough was willing to give us a grant to do some of the work and a loan to pay for some more of it, all of which means that despite my cheapskate tendencies I am only freaking out a little about th elarge checks we have written this week.

Windows Update

2006-10-06T09:47:00.000-04:00

No, I'm not asking you to download anything.

I just thought that I should thank you all for your helpful advice and let you know that the window problem was solved. And, as expected, despite the large number of hours that the Head Painter and K. and I all put into trying to solve the problem, it took the carpenter that the painter brought in approximately six minutes to solve the issue. Basically, he just removed the whole storm window frame from the outside (including the storm windows) , and then we were able to access the top window (which you may recall had fallen down) and push it up to the top where he nailed it in to keep it from sliding back down. It then took a few seconds with a paint scraper to loosen the paint on the lower window and now it opens and closes as if nothing happened.

Hoorah.

Getting Better All The Time

2006-10-06T07:58:00.000-04:00

I don't have much to say, unless you want to hear about how my students did on their linera algebra exam, but the painting is progressing on pace and I thought I would share with you some more pictures of the progress made by the end of day four:

Heck, even the stairs are starting to look better, though there is still some work to be done:

The painters said that they were going to finish today, but its raining pretty hard outside so my guess is that the project will extend into the weekend. But it will all be done soon.

Two Midnights Gone

2006-10-03T19:37:00.000-04:00

We haven't solved the window problem yet, but the painters have now finished two solid days of work on the house. And today I chose to work from home (file under: Joys Of Being An Academic) so I could chat with them a bit and watch them work and, yes, take some action-packed photos of the progress being made on the house:

While it is a lesson that I probably should have learned last year when we did all the painting on the interior of the house, I have to say that I am amazed at how much better things can look even after a single coat of fresh paint. Combine that with the warmer shade of white and a little bit of color and....wow! It seems like it will be a whole new house. And that is before they have even started working on some of the things that most desperately need the new paint job, like the porches and the stairs:

Zeno's Window

2006-10-03T11:10:00.000-04:00

The painters are hard at work on their scraping and painting, and pictures will be forthcoming. So far, we have hit two bumps in the road. The first is that they started to paint some of the trim the wrong shade of white (and yes, like the Box o' Vinegars, it feels way too grownup to be spending lots of energy differentiating shades of white) but luckily we caught this before it went too far and the painters were very gracious about re-doing that work.

The other problem seems like it may be harder to overcome. You see, we have this window in our dining room. And at some point shortly after we moved in we noticed there was a problem with this window and that the top part of the window got pushed down behind the bottom part. So far the only way that this has negatively impacted us is that on the top there was only a storm window between us and the outside which is not exactly the best insulation, but we dealt with this in a very ad hoc manner with many sheets of plastic, all of which were nicely hidden by our curtain. But now we need to remove the storm window for the painters. And we cannot do this because there are not one but two big pieces of glass between us and the little buttons we need to push to remove the storm window. And neither of these parts of the window move because (according to the painter) they are jammed in too tightly with the storm window and the screen. And even after removing some of the molding to try to access the window, we don't see a way to get it out. Oh, and did I mention that the ropes have all broken, too? Hmm.

Anyone know of any magic ways to remove windows?

The Before

2006-10-02T08:06:00.000-04:00

Between K's new job and me drowning in stacks of exams to grade, we have barely had a chance to think about working on the house, other than the bare minimum needed to take care of the garden (and sometimes not even that, as evidenced by the foot deep grass I mowed this morning). And that has meant that no work has gotten done which in turn means that we have had very little to share with y'all.

But that's about to change.

No, we aren't entering easier times at work. Nor are we quitting our jobs to devote more energy to our house, as tempting as that may be. No, we are contracting out some work. As astute readers may have noticed, the exterior of our house is in desperate need of a paint job. My completely untrained and unskilled eyes would estimate that it has been a decade since the trim and porches were last painted, and it definitely shows:

So this week some painters are coming in to scrape, paint, and spruce up the exterior of our friendly little abode. But before they could get started they needed all of the storm windows removed, so that is what we got to spend our Sunday afternoon doing:

I would like to buy you sunflowers...

2006-10-01T15:53:00.000-04:00

As mentioned previously, one of the most successful elements of our garden this year has to have been the sunflowers.

I have sunflowers in my backyard that shine like diamonds when you squint your eyes - David Garza

In fact, it is without an ounce of exaggeration that I can say that several of these flowers grew to be literally as big as my head, as demonstrated here:

But nothing lasts forever and the sunflowers have begun to die, and we decided it was time to decapitate them and cut down the flowers. At one point we had grand visions have harvesting the sunflower seeds and eating them, but it has quickly become apparent that we are not that patient, and unless we get a pet monkey that we can train to harvest and shuck the seeds, I think they will soon find themselves in the compost bin rather than allowing us to do our best Mulder impersonations.

We're ba-ack.

2006-09-03T19:29:00.000-04:00

It's been a long month since we last posted, with much news about the home renovations to report on, as evidenced by the following pictures:

OK, you caught us. Those are actually pictures from our two week vacation in the Yucatan, which was amazing and wonderful and which caused us to be very behind in our jobs and so we were working like maniacs to catch up and not be too far behind when classes started last week and we are finally taking a moment to breathe this weekend. But maybe sometime soon we'll get to work on the house again. In particular, I've been thinking that we should emulate ancient Mayan society more, in which all of the mathematicians lived in palaces like this:

Vikings In Our Kitchen

2006-08-08T11:02:00.000-04:00

You may have noticed that the "Painting First Floor" progress bar over on the right hand side of the page has been stuck at 80% since last October. That's because we have painted four of the five rooms downstairs, but we have not started work on the kitchen. This is part of a bigger issue, where we aren't really sure what we want to do to the kitchen, at least not until the day comes when we can afford a complete overhaul (and even then we aren't sure what we will do with the cabinets, although the pink stove is sure to go). Every once in awhile we start talking about when to paint it or redo the floors, and there is the perennial question of whether we can find a place to put a dishwasher in, but pretty quickly we get overwhelmed and move on to another project.

For the last year we have merely been looking for additional storage space for the kitchen, as even the new organizational systems haven't solved all of our problems, but we never found anything that was perfect. But last weekend we were going to be entertaining some of our dearest friends in the world who were visiting from out of town (with all apologies to the rest of you who are also our dearest friends, but you should come visit too!), and so we decided that we should no longer wait for perfection and we should just buy something that will work and that won't be too expensive. And so you all know what that means? A trip to IKEA.

And before you know it, we were the proud owners of a nice set of GORM shelves. (Because how could anyone resist a name like GORM? Say it with me: GORM. He was the king of the vikings, ya know) And our kitchen has some more space and a little more organization behind it. Someday the plan is to stain them a bluish color and to paint the walls yellow in a whole Mexican vibe, but now that the cookbooks and wine bottles (and potatoes) are all set up -- and we have these giant boxes with nothing to put in them -- I'm not sure we are in much of a hurry.

Gratuitous Malkmus Reference

2006-08-07T22:04:00.000-04:00

A couple of weeks ago I was working at home one day, as we academics are prone to do over the summer, and all of a sudden I heard a loud crashing noise coming from the alley next to our house. And then I heard a bunch of raking and started to smell a strange smell. So I went over to the window and looked outside to see that the friendly folks at the borough had decided to re-pave the alleyway:

It certainly needed doing, as there was a big hole in part of the alley and lots of plants growing out of the concrete that I was getting tired of weeding. But as they moved up the alleyway they started to do a worse and worse job, and t he weeds continued to grow through.

And then, about two thirds of the way up the alley they just stopped. In the words of the immortal philosopher Steve Sanders (while discussing his girlfriend Laura's request for him to hurt Brenda), our driveway doesn't go all the way to the street. Only I'm not speaking euphemistically.

For the next week or so I kept expecting the workmen to come back to finish the job, but they never have. And since its not technically our alleyway (even if we are the only people who use it) -- not to mention that they haven't really fixed up many of the other alleys in town -- I don't really have a leg to stand on if I complain to them. One of our friends has speculated that they must have had some leftover gravel from another project that they just dumped in our alley to get rid of it. And, you know, I'm starting to think they are right.

Oops!

2006-08-07T14:23:00.000-04:00

Don't forget the tomatillos - the common green and very striking purple.

Garden Report: 8/7/06

2006-08-07T12:09:00.000-04:00

This is what I like to see:

Dead Japanese Beetles. The chemicals I used kept them away for about two weeks, then I did another application. I hoping that will get us through the season - and that next year won't be such a bumper crop.

The sunflower is fascinating to watch. Its first day:
As the flower bloomed:
Turning to seed:

I planted two more sunflowers in the side garden:

One blossomed today:
We are also happy with the morning glories:
Though I sometimes worry that they are bent on taking over the garden.

The harvest is starting, with the first tomato:

A few French Breakfast radishes:

A nice tender zucchini:

Did I ever show you my "Mediterranean Herb Garden"? Here's what it looked like when I planted it two months ago:

And here it is now:

So that's all for now. We're off to hotter and humider climes for rest and exploration.

World Tour

2006-08-06T21:57:00.000-04:00

As long timed Revivalized readers may recall, when we first moved into the house last summer we set the bed up in what is now the living room, as the upstairs was still far from done, and the living room already had a window AC in it (it was July, after all). Several weeks later it was time to paint the living room but the upstairs floors still weren't ready so we set up the bed in what was to become the dining room for a week or so.

Then in mid-august we moved the bed upstairs, and while the precise location of the bed bounced around the room like a pinball -- and, for that matter, we upgraded from a dinky queen sized bed to a luscious king sized bed -- we spent the next eleven months sleeping in that single room. Well, except for one day between when the aforementioned heavenly pillow-top mattress showed up but before I finished building the bedframe when I napped in K's office.

And then came last week's heatwave. One of the downsides of the fact that we insisted on an old house is that we of course don't have central air, and for a variety of reasons we can't really put even a window unit in our bedroom. But we do have one in the guest bedroom, and when last week's heatwave settled in we promptly moved back to the guest room, a room that we have blogged very little about in part because I go months at a time without setting foot in it. But last week I made an exception, and we spent the night in relative comfort.

But trading in a large cloud-like bed for a medium sized decent bed was just the first step in a slippery slope, as the next night the heatwave got even worse, and when we went up to turn on the air conditioner an hour before bedtime the room measured 95 degrees. We then realized that we had a stronger AC in the den which had already cooled the room quite a bit while we were catching up on DVR'ed Rescue Me episodes. More importantly, we had an air mattress that would fit in the den just perfectly, and very quickly it was inflated and we added the den to the list of rooms we had spent the night in.

So after thirteen months in our house we have now slept in every room except the bathrooms, the kitchen, the laundry room, the basement, the attic, and my office. My guess is we won't be adding to that list any time soon, but you never know.