The bees that set up house in the two overgrown holly trees that used to the flank the front door now live at some other sucker's house - tormenting anyone who dares to reach for the door knob. The original mailbox has been replaced with something shiny and new.
Even the rotting custom banister was rebuilt. And the entire backyard was enclosed with a picket fence tall enough to keep the dog inside and the deer at bay. Lucky for them, too bad for the squirrels, rabbits and chimpmunks that our border collie Roxy has sunk her teeth into.
Now, if only the inside matched the outside. It's getting there slowly but surely. Most of the rooms are done.
But because I'm picky and my husband drags his feet when I give him a "honey do list" it's taking a helluva lot longer than I expected to get the whole house together. Jam packed Fred Flinstone closets on every floor!
Sooner or later, someone's going to open one and get clocked in the head with something. But for now, I'm focusing on what's out in plain view. Going to keep on dabbling in this and that till things look just so...then maybe I'll tackle what's behind closed doors. On second thought, screw it. The closets can wait another five years.