Manscaping

This weekend was a lot of fun! Friday night was Knoxville Movie Night – a free outdoor showing of a film in the public park..open to all..big screen, big sound, big fun!

Any guesses as to which movie we watched this time?
http://www.facebook.com/#!/Knoxvillemovienights

Saturday I slept in a little, woke up and started pulling weeds in the garden, clearing the yard of dead and dried flowers (the drought really took a toll on..everything) and did some laundry.

Then my parents came over, and – within about 15 minutes – we went from this..

..to this..

It's always amazing what a truck and a log chain can do..

The house looks so much bigger without the bushes, don't you think?

This should make it quite a bit easier to hang the new siding and replace the windows in this part of the house. It’s also just easier for me (mentally) to get rid of everything and start fresh. Hopefully next year the weather will cooperate a little better and I’ll be able to landscape the yard, completely. With the changes I’ve made to the house and the paint colors I’d like to use on the outside, I’m excited to have a cohesive plan in place for the plantings in the yard..I just hope it’s not 115F all summer next year so I can actually work on it!

Saturday afternoon, I drove to Cedar Rapids and hung out with a group of old friends, and made some new friends while I was at it. The cool part was, we hung out in a $2,000,000 house on an acreage, complete with horses, dogs, four wheelers, and a whole lot of crown molding.

I didn’t take any pictures this time because my phone was dying all weekend..but I have these pictures from a previous visit. Pretty sweet digs J

The front door, complete with gas lamps on either side of the entry.

Foyer, complete with James Bond style secret closet for coats and shoes.

Immediately inside the front door.

Massive crown molding throughout the house. All the ceilings were at least 10-12 feet tall.

Kitchen, living room, breakfast area with a wet bar to the right. Yes, that's a freaking harp.

Bar area..with two mini fridges. You know..just in case.

From the living room: kitchen with bar to the left.

Sunday afternoon was the drive home with a brief stop at the Iowa State Fair to meet a friend. Within 10 minutes, I was being thrown through the air and spun upside down on a giant death-trap ride. Good fun! J

These were our seats. There were two other riders on at the top, and we spun like a GD windmill possessed by the devil for a couple minutes. They were even kind enough to take video of your screaming and yelling. "You shouldn't have..really"
http://www.iowastatefair.org/

There we are...flying! :)

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Last night, after more than 100 years, the house next door to mine came down.

The demolition crew started on the garage around 1:00 yesterday afternoon, and by the time I got home from work, they had cleaned it up and were ready to start on the house.

Roughly an hour and a half later, the house was gone and the cleanup began.

In talking with the neighbors, we can’t help but feel sad about it. Sad that such a beautiful old building – one full of so much history and character – had to be torn down because of the neglect it suffered over the last several years. Even in its neglect, it still kept much of the charm it had all those years ago when it was one of the finest homes in town. I suppose even now I was holding out hope that someone would swoop in and renovate that house as it deserved.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqotuuCCQZQ&feature=youtu.be - video of the front of the house.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfhU9-2yuqw&feature=youtu.be - last of the second floor.

As we have worked through my house these last few months, I can’t imagine the work that must have gone into building the house next door all those years ago. You could see the chisel marks on the woodwork we salvaged, and we heard the stories of the wagon train that brought in all that foundation stone from Indiana. No pneumatic nail guns around..no circular saws.

In the short time I’ve lived in the neighborhood, I’ve heard so many stories about this house. From sitting on the porch sipping tea with grandparents, to sleepovers with friends, and the junior-senior prom held here way back when, this house has seen over a century of family – and community – history pass through its halls, and now all that’s left is the memory.

There’s something sweet about that, though. As it stood most recently, the house was not the one from those memories – it had become a sadder version of itself and it might be better – certainly easier – for everyone to remember it as it was.