CoSar Casa

Hello! Jules here. You haven’t heard much from me because I, like most of you reading our blog, are wowed by Kelly’s amazingly conversational writing style and, I, like most of you, am a tourist keeping cadence with Docent Kelly from one blog post, “we’re walking; we’re walking; we’re walking” to the next blog entry. Let me fill you in on what happened after the earth below the weeds was rediscovered, and we came home from work to find a Q*bert reboot made of rebar, and Kelly stared at the build crew from every window in the house. (Big ups to those of you who rocked Q*bert in the 1980’s!) See? Q*bert! I had no idea what was going on here but I thought they were building a giant piano. Wow!!!   Yep, that about sums it up. Wow to the stress, the surprises, the neatly stacked cut-to-size piles of lumber. Then boom! In one day the piles of lumber were transformed into a seemingly massive structure in our backyard. You can see that day in this two-minute timelapse vide

Well, we do live in San Diego, so there is a lot of sunshine. And despite my neglect, the roses appear to be holding up. My point is, it's been a stressful week. It doesn't help that I went into tech for The Imaginary Invalid at The Old Globe. For those of you who have no idea what that means, it translates to a 60-hour work week with me getting home past midnight most nights. Getting home at 12:45 am after a 12-hour day and then having to wake up at 6 the next morning so I can shower and get ready for work before meeting with the contractors to select windows so I can be back at work at 9 makes for a long, exhausting, stressful week. So, on Friday, when we found out that the engineer changed a window from a slider to a casement and the house got framed before anyone caught it, I was pretty upset. When Ali designed the house, she had a 4' sliding window in the bedroom. Mommalinda thought the window was way too big, so we made it smaller, not realizing at th