CoSar Casa

Sorry it's been so long since I've blogged. I have three drafts ready to be finished, but between Jules' new job, things on the addition moving fast, and life stuff, I'm way way behind. Lots of exciting things are happening in the backyard, but today I wrote a post about my recent neck strain and it's a better fit on my other blog than here. So if you want to read it, head over there . 

I started this post on June 27th. I never finished it because it hasn't gotten any better. So I'm going to post it because I think we are nearing the end and I hope to move on. (And they finished the framing and drywall, so there are fewer cracks and holes but we're in the middle of another heatwave so other than that, it's basically the same.)

The plumber, Rich, was in the garage today running the gas line up through the rafters and back down again to connect it to the line on the other side that had already been placed. He had to leave the garage door closed, because if it were open, it would have covered the place on the ceiling where he needed to run the line. We're having a bit of a heat wave in San Diego right now, and it got up to 88 today in our neighborhood. When Jules got home, she wanted to see where the new gas line was running, so we stepped out into the garage. It was so hot in there that we lasted about 45 seconds before we wanted to go back inside. Rich must have been out there for at least two hours in the middle of the afternoon, on a ladder, near the scorching hot roof, running that gas line through the rafters. Since Jules spent a good part of the day on Sunday clearing out the garage where the plumber would be working, most of that wall is empty right now, so Jules was thinking we should drywall

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

I went back to work a couple of weeks ago, after having several months off, and that's when the construction started in earnest. Today is my day off, and the framers are here. (I'm pretty sure that's what they are.) The first hour they were here, I was popping around the house, from window to window, watching them. It got weird. Now I'm sipping my coffee and sitting in the massage chair and watching them through the sliding glass door. That's less weird, right? A LOT has happened since my last post, but with me being so used to being a lady of leisure and then suddenly going back to work full time, I've neglected to keep you informed. They replaced the sewer line and filled the dirt back in, so now our front yard is the barren wasteland it used to be and no longer a pile of holes and dirt. Bonus, in tearing up the yard to replace and install everything, they also tore up a lot of the vegetation that we hated! I'm being serious here. I imagine