PINK!!!!!! NO IT’S #FFFFCC

I received an e-mail from my niece Stephanie commenting on the blog and she mentioned that she was having difficulty reading the text on the dark background. My first thought was that it was a question of age not graphics – but after several views I thought she might have a point. So I’m trying a new format. I’m not sure I like the pinkish tinge – could be a bit too Freudian – but I may play around with the coding – if I can remember how to code. Not that that’s a question of age!

And the picture of the most important guy in my life (sorry Larry you know the pack order around our house) on this post? No reason; just because Reesie deserves to be seen. And given a biscuit and a belly rub and an ear scratch and told how beautiful he is.

The Hat in the Closet

Somewhere in a cupboard in Beijing there is a hatbox containing a very expensive hat – a real made-to-measure British Bowler. Yes a bowler – the favorite of Orangemen in Ulster, Bankers in the City, Max Sennett comics and little old ladies in Bolivia. It has perhaps only been seen on the head it was purchased for on two or three occasions but certainly not in the past 24 years.

What brought it to mind was a comment on CBC radio this morning that 156 years ago today James Lock & Co, St. James St, London sold the first bowler hat to Sir James Coke. It was meant to protect his gamekeepers from low hanging branches – and the butt end of a poacher’s gun! The reason Laurent purchased one during our trip to London 25 years ago – that’s as mysterious as why it’s considered a bold fashion statement by the better-dressed ladies in the Andes!

It’s all very romantic – until you find the dry rot!

My hands have only just stopped shaking – I wrote the final cheque today for this past summer’s renovations. Let’s just say that the figure on the in the amount line would have fed a family of four for two years.

The original quote wasn’t cheap but what drove it higher was the dry rot in the veranda ceiling. Can any one explain why dry rot is wet? Given that most of the supporting joists were more sponge than wood, it’s a wonder I didn’t fall through the floor last December while blithely decking the railings with boughs of holly! Of course, it may be that at -20 dry rot becomes rock solid ice rot. Memo to self: Put up this year’s decorations a week earlier when you’ll only get soaked through not frozen to the bone. Either way I’ll probably get one of those colds that lingers through the entire winter.

We were lucky to find a contractor who understood historical restoration and did an incredible job. Luc and his guys used as much of the existing material as they could – restoring gingerbread, adapting railings and recreating details. Unfortunately when they pulled off the veranda ceiling the above horror (a double click with give you an idea of the real extent of the disaster) was revealed. Luc gave me a choice between a completely new veranda at $4500.00 that would last for 30-40 years or a solid repair job at $1600.00 that would last 20-25. The way I figured it 20-25 years from now I’ll be in one room with a dresser, two chairs and a bed so the choice was an easy one. I must say the $1600.00 job looks like a million dollars. And the new windows and storm panels for the front dollar are perfect replicas of the original. Sadly that’s the only problem when you restore a heritage home – all that work and money and the house looks just like it did before you started!

One word of advise to anyone thinking of buying a heritage home – and yes there are other fools out there who do that sort of thing: make sure you win a lottery and do it while you’re young.