Instead, Katherine, Queen of Architects, was supportive and interested, complimentary about my ideas and made all of them work and improved even the most crack pot ones.
So now, demolition is proceeding with speed and my friend Stephen, who is running the project, and whom I think we can refer to as Sister Mary Legs in the Air from now on, is a genius. He's very practical and so energetic about getting this crap done, I have to go lie down after watching him dervish around, ripping and tearing and nailing and all kinds of other butch things.
He and my friend Magda whipped up a pair of temporary gates from some scrap fencing in an afternoon. This was after some riff raft had busted into the house the night I got in town, so some more secure access seemed like a good idea.
I also had dinner with Jason from Night is Half Gone who was down with pneumonia just a couple of weeks ago. Everyone should go tell him they wish him well, although I have to say the whole story sounded suspect to me. He just happens to have pneumonia the night my house is burgled and then is up to (not particularly outstanding) dinner and drinks on the town? Hmmmm.
Anyway, photographic proof:
|After. Or actually, during. We'll see about after in a few months.