Construction creates messes.Not the type of messes brushed into a dustpan, but rather the kind best brushed into a pickup truck.Clint’s Uncle Tim came by to do just that with his Red Nissan.He spent the majority of his Saturday hauling loads to the dump.Now we can easily walk on the side of our house without catching our clothes on nails and plywood.We are continually grateful for the support of our family and friends in this messy remodeling process.
When Mallory was asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, he quipped, “because it was there.” That’s not nearly as poetic as our housing venture, but it seems just as challenging to Clint and me. The vintage 1914 home was purchased at the height of the housing bubble—smart, we know. It is an ugly duckling home, but on its way up the amphibian hierarchy. I am setting a fairly optimistic goal of completing the remodel in 52 weeks. Friends and family insist that while it is my journal, it’s a goal imposed on Clint, as he is the one doing most of the work. This is a minor detail, and I see it as fulfilling my role as personal motivational speaker. So, with 6 months of matrimony under our belts, and 2010 spread before us, we begin our journey.
Construction creates messes. Not the type of messes brushed into a dustpan, but rather the kind best brushed into a pickup truck. Clint’s Uncle Tim came by to do just that with his Red Nissan. He spent the majority of his Saturday hauling loads to the dump. Now we can easily walk on the side of our house without catching our clothes on nails and plywood. We are continually grateful for the support of our family and friends in this messy remodeling process. 
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