CoSar Casa

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...

Okay, so I kind of started in the middle with the whole, "we're tearing down the pergolas" thing because I was all exhausted and proud at the time. But I never got to the "Why we're doing this" thing. So let's back up. My in-laws have been living in the same enormous 6 bedroom house since they purchased it in 1979. It was great when they were raising three kids and had various other relatives living with them throughout the years, but as they grew older, it became increasingly apparent that it was just too much house for them. However, my father-in-law was firmly planted and rather stubborn, so we helped them when we could but for the most part, let them be. When he died three years ago, it became increasingly apparent that things had to change. If it was too much house for two people, it was waaaaaay too much house for an elderly woman who had, in keeping with her generation, left most of the home maintenance to her husband. We spent many weekends...