ONLINE JOURNAL
These journal entries track our progress as we undertake our adventure of restoring this very old home. The main reason for keeping this journal on the web is that we have found that there are very few resources (books or websites) that follow all of the trials and tribulations of restoring an old home...from start to finish.
May 4, 2003
Today we painted the ceiling and walls in the guest bedroom. I told Gay they should call the color "Awful Blue." Why? Because it's awful blue. We're gonna paint the trim white. We'll see... -- Bill
May 11, 2003
Between torrential storms, black-outs and a break for Mothers Day, the only accomplishment at Enon Hall this weekend was a second coat of paint on the guest bedroom walls and a start on the white trim. -- Bill
May 26, 2003
The non-stop raining has really been dampening our spirits...but this weekend we finally got some breaks in the weather. Some showers on Saturday and Sunday and then a gorgeous day today for Memorial Day.
As if I need something else on my "to do" list, I finally hauled out the boat for a good bottom cleaning and painting. She's been in the water ever since we bought her 3 years ago, but the anti-fouling paint really did a good job of keeping off the barnacles. The prop, however, is just covered. I plan on doing the work myself, so it'll steal some more time away from Enon Hall projects.
The name given to her by her previous owner is BELLS QUEEN. I pulled off a couple of the stick-on letters and wound up with EL QUEEN...which Gay and William didn't think was very funny. Finally we decided to re-christen her as THE VIRGINIA CREEPER in honor of our much prevalent weed and the slow speed of the boat's 18HP diesel engine. Anyway, I hope to get her back in the water quickly so we don't miss too much of the season.
We've been at the Enon Hall restoration project for so long now that some of our earliest projects are now coming due for regular maintenance. I sanded and primed the back porch floor because of some peeling.
Whatever happened with the squeaking windmill? Well, it's still squeaking. I've been trying to find an equipment company that will rent me a 40-foot bucket lift, but so far nobody wants to rent to an individual. My plan is to keep the lift for a month and also use it to finish painting the house.
Gay and William planted some tomato and pepper plants by the smokehouse, in a much smaller plot than last year, so maybe they can keep up with the weeding. You can see the "damn fig bush" behind Gay. It looks like just a bunch of sticks, but actually it's putting out new leaves from the bottom. ("It's aliive!")
And it wouldn't be Memorial Day at Enon Hall without William's annual parade with his cousins. -- Bill |
