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The Frankenstein House (not my truck)
I just bought this house. I call it the Frankenstein house, for a couple of reasons. First, obviously, it's green. Frankenstein was green, right? But more than that, this house is a cobbled-together hodgepodge of old parts and new fixes. The kitchen is pure 1950s; the central AC was installed in 2009. The hallways are 1920s narrow; the roof is 2 weeks old. The house was originally built before 1910, enlarged in the 40s, and subjected to a whole lot of DIY over the next 70 years. Like Frankenstein, this house is the result of much experimentation and tinkering.
Taken as a whole, it's something of a lumbering, imperfect, moaning monster melange. Odd motley patched-togetherness, yearning for real personhood. But-- charming, in its way! Charming, for example, in this way:
view from the backyard
There's a lot of work to do on the Frankenstein House; it has potential, but there's a ways to go before that potential is realized. This blog will be where I think through all the things to be done, because for better or worse, I tend to process things in life with my fingers. There's enough work to be done that I imagine I'll have lots of this processing to do for the forseeable future. Hopefully anyone who reads will enjoy coming along for the ride!