Susan comes to town for Christmas. Oh by golly, it's a holly jolly holiday. It's the best time of the year. I take her to our new home, it is a phoenix home.
On this spot was her home where she was born and raised.
On this spot rises a new home from the ashes of her former home that was torched by arsonist in 2016.
On this spot, we still have a construction site, but we do have a decent and habitable dwelling. It is a good place to spend Christmas 2022 together and it is a good place to ring in the New Year for 2023 together.
The cold and snowy weather and the restful holidays keep the contractors at bay as we try out living together in a new space with limited interruptions from workmen on the premises. Yet, there are touches and additions still to be done in 2023 before our house is a home and we are granted the coveted Certificate of Occupancy by the county inspector.
In the spirit of building our home together, there are sixty-six raw, cedar planks sitting in the basement in need of a finishing stain before they are mounted on the vaulted ceiling in the master bedroom.
Susan dons, if not not gay apparel (fa-la-la, la la-la-la-la-la!); some of my most undistinguished clothes, and with brush in hand, administers a coat of stain to the cedar planks as she hums a yule tide carol... Fa-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la!
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| An elf in Santa's Basement Workshop, staining cedar lath to be mounted on the Master BR ceiling |
Santa checks his list, then he's back checking it twice. Santa wants to know if these are nice cedar planks?
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