Day 3

The attic has been subject to Augustofication, by that I mean to say that Augusto is the man. Demolition Man, to be precise. One very long (and swelteringly hot - see the shot of the thermometer in the attic) day resulted in the 30 foot dumpster bin being filled about a quarter to capacity. The attic is nekkid. Click on the photo above for a more detailed view.

I, my own personal self, experienced the same type of heat on the day before when I was clearing the junk out. I expected to drop a couple pounds through dehydration, but the bathroom scale still ain't showing the love. Looks like the deep fried Twinkies will have to go.

Oh, yeah - Augusto also cleans up afterwards. Kudos to Dave Sciascia of Hardwood Customs for making this one of his abiding principals in doing business. It's all in the details.

Day 2

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years...

Toys, toys, toys in the attic
"Toys in the Attic" - Aerosmith

Dave and Augusto of Hardwood Customs showed up bright and early this morning, ready to wreak havoc. We barely had time to appreciate the vast expanse of junk-free space in the newly cleaned attic before Augusto started in with the crowbar and his sledgehammer, nicknamed "The Persuader."

The noise in our offices on the floor below isn't nearly as intrusive as I had been expecting but when the sawing starts then I'll know if a retreat to the first floor or basement will be in order.

Like we always used to say in design school, it has to get ugly before it gets better.

Day 1

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself: well...how did I get here?
"Once in a Lifetime" - Talking Heads

The Big Blue Bin was delivered yesterday, exiling us from the driveway for the duration, the world's most expensive trash can. A fitting metaphor for what Susan and I are embarking on. Out with the old, in with the new. Nine years after buying the house, here we go...

No more circa-1980 formica, linoleum, hardware store fixtures, and Cold-War era heating panels (Duck! and Cover). After all, this is Fairfield County, where homeowners will drop $150k on a kitchen redo without batting an eye.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.