Chapter 9

Home   Sweet  Home

Some of us explorers of wide open places, choose to stay at the house we were raised in and welcome a fiancé to help remodel a home ready for a face lift or a bulldozer.

I liked it, I loved it, and so here I stayed. "I was raised in this house" Between a bulldozer and the dollar, the love bug bit me to tell me to choose the dollar.

 

There was no dought in the minds of people that this house was doomed. With people laughing at me, my fiance and me clashed our imaginations and worked to create a very beautiful home.

With help, I did most of the remolding work myself, especially the bull work. On a race against time, I wanted this house to feel and appear different with a touch of respect. This hard task became a true reality by combining imaginations of two minds clashing to make a welcomed home. Paying a buck for this house, affording materials to remodel was a synch. To me, remodeling a house meant a complete up to date make over. There is not just a room being done, but the house in its entirety. I did not know what the hell to do but the giddy up and go was there. That dollar surely taught me a lot about what I learned to love, remodeling became a favorite thing(s) to do.

When the deed showed my ownership and amount paid in full, our work began. Weekly paychecks paid for materials replacing the gutted junk. The mad dash for cash was made when money became necessary for misc. things like our picture window. After the city approved things like electrical, plumbing and the drywall threw out the house, it was complete and ready for the woman's touch, decorations.

The exterior of the house was putting the biggest hole in my pocket, until I qualified for a free money loan from one of those neighborhood development programs. They flipped the bill for a brand new shingled roof, with a complete tear off on the back part of the roof, in other words contractors started from scratch after the tear off. Gutters, 7 brand new widows, and siding with the trim were included in package deal. The picture window replaced the two windows that a wall divided the front interior room of our home. What is all one front room now has one big window that has a brand new front porch. This porch was rebuilt from the ground up, not a remodeled one. Since the porch is off, it became very easy to level the house that settled for a hundred years. This house was heated with oil, now a brand new gas boiler keeps things warm. New insulation in the house has helped this also.

Two years for a completed home, the two of a kind added a dog on to a full house. During this time, I worked to clear a landscape that was full of clutter, which could have filled a city dump. I have enough land cleared and bought to build a 20 by 20 deck custom designed and built by me.

What was an overgrown front yard and very run down barn red house with years of neglect and a barely standing front porch? Because of my love bug bite, this home is a light gray house with white trim. The brand new roof looks good with a new front porch. Seven new white double hung windows that unlatched to come in house for cleaning is looking good with the white picture window in front of a freshly remodeled house with a new porch I built from the ground up. Since there was no front porch attached to the front of house, it exposed a future problem with one of the foundation pillars. 

Now, I have a beautifully built wheelchair ramp added to the porch. For an easy passage that leads to a fully automatic 42-inch door that opens with a button mounted ton top of the wheelchairs lap tray. Since we have a 6-inch step leading up to this 42-inch doors threshold, a little aluminum diamond plate ramp is added for a smooth ride into the house.

 

 

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Just Another Bump

Chapter 1
On The Job
Chapter 2
Celebrations 
Chapter 3
The Long
Unforgiving Drive

Chapter 4

Victim of Ignorance
Chapter 5
Thirty Days and
Thirty Nights
Chapter 6
Rehabilitation
Chapter 7
Homecare or
Home scare
Chapter 8
My Past Time
Chapter 9
Home Sweet Home
Chapter 10
My technology
Chapter 11
Doggy Dog World
Chapter 12
Poems