that we were not, one and all, swept away by the storm.
It was melancholy and beautiful and wet, with a soft even light all day and a heavenly smell of crushed leaves and sea salt. I thoroughly enjoyed the day, though I didn't suffer any of the big-time damage and it's much easier for me to be glib about it.
Though it was scheduled for Wednesday, the closing on our house didn't go through until Friday, which was irritating but not unexpected -- true to form, RIers wasted no weather opportunity to declare a state of emergency and run screaming through the streets. I swear, in Chicago we have windstorms that fell more trees and disrupt more power lines on a yearly basis, and without the hullabaloo. But I digress -- you've asked to see the house:
The beautiful hovel that will one day be my studio/shop(?):
The semi-decent kitchen:
This room was used as the dining room, but will be something closer to a living room for us:
More pictures to come -- and it looks very little like this now. We spent a weekend on demo, ripping up vile carpeting, pulling wallpaper, cleaning, painting, scraping up glue, all with the help of Steven's parents, brother and sister in law. Much fun was had by all, and I will supply photos and talk about the process over time ... even in its barren state, it's better already.