Part I: Prologue
I started this blog a little over five years ago with the intention of writing about life and home renovation in Point St. Charles.
It was to be a diversion from the unrelenting labour of single-handed demolition and, eventually, reconstruction. Over time, though, “life in Point St. Charles” has merely become life and, while the Point is still a fascinating place, it no longer makes me feel as if I’m away on safari.
This summer’s construction goals were ambitious, expensive, and entangled.
The stucco guys did a so-so job, and left many details undone. The prep work for the next step was endless and dispiriting. The foundation needed deep repointing above and below grade. These repairs couldn’t be put off because the deck would make this stretch of wall inaccessible.
A rotting and useless basement window also destined to be covered by the deck had to be repaired and protected with a concrete well to keep the frame dry. Old fence and porch footings and piers had to be dug out by hand. New piers and footings had to be dug in by hand.
The point of this laboured recitation is just that: labour. Doing it was onerous enough. Paying for it was ruinous. Finding the motivation to write about it was not in the cards.
Time, of course, plays its useful little tricks. Thanks to a massive El Niño, and to global warming, and to the absence of the polar vortex of the last couple of years, it’s possible to sit on the almost-complete deck in comfort on Boxing Day and to contemplate the death of this blog. It may yet become a revenant but, for the moment, it’s a matter of final goodbyes and writing about all the stuff I should have written about before thinking of putting it to rest.
Watch for Part II: Public Art