Dear readers (if there are any of you left out there),
I owe you an apology. Because there can’t be readers without a writer. And I think it’s fair to say that I have really dropped the ball on my end of our reader/writer relationship.
If I had to describe the past year in just two words, it would be “upside down” and “backwards.” (I guess that’s more like two phrases, unless you hyphenate “upside-down,” but I just googled it and apparently that’s not a thing that people do.) Anyway, case in point: I’ve always thought this blog was about possibilities. Like the possibility of replacing this fence
with this one.
Or changing out this one
for this one.
In early 2016, however, my perspective started to get turned around. Due to a whole lot of unrelated circumstances, over the course of the past year I stopped seeing my house for its potential and instead started seeing it as the sum of its problems. And everything started feeling less like fun and more like work.
There was no single event that changed my point of view. In hindsight, I’d say it started in early March with one thing, and throughout the year other things just kind of kept piling on. Back in August I shared what I thought was the culmination of a generally shitty year, but it turns out I was wrong, because October and November still had punches to throw.
And, with the exception of that one thing in August, none of what has been going on has been even remotely related to home-improvement or DIY. There have been things that I’ve really, really wanted to tell to you about. But every time I’ve tried, I’ve found myself unable to find the right words.
And, in the absence of the right words, I’ve been silent.
Which is not an easy thing for me, by the way.
I know I’m being vague. Here’s another before-and-after to break up the talky talky.
Anyway, here’s how all this affects you: it seems the story of the fence – which started in April and ended in October – is all bottled up in there with all the other stories from March through November that I didn’t have the words for.
You know the saying, “A picture is worth a thousand words”? Yeah, well, I don’t have any of those, either.
Not a single picture to document the painting of the parts, the assembling of the panels, the immensely satisfying demolition of the trellis, the tearing-down of the old fence, the repainting of the posts, or the installation of the new panels.
This was the last picture I took of the fence before starting work on the front porch:
And this is the first picture I took of the fence after finishing the front porch:
So what I’m saying is, no words + no pictures = no blog posts for most of 2016. Sorry, guys.
But! If you’re the type of person who likes to look for silver linings, how about this: One of the consequences of 2016 is that I now find myself with a lot more free time. Like, a lot more free time. Like, 40-hours-a-week more free time. So there’s reason to believe that I might spend some of that time rediscovering my house’s potential.
It’s 2017 now. Let’s blog, shall we?