I Live in a Work Zone

 If you ever thought you wanted to redo your house, you might want to reconsider. Because as bad as you might think it would be, I am here to tell you it is worse.  I try to keep a discreet eye on the process and I really hate hovering over the workers but I think hovering is called for now. You notice the window is not there? These windows have been out of the frame for the better part of days while the workers try to fit them.  This house is over 140 years old and nothing is plumb. Each window is a different size and they have to be filed down to fit perfectly.

It seems that frustrated workers sanded the windows in place and now I have a coating of fine redwood dust on EVERYTHING including this massive crystal chandelier. They did not take the time to cover a single thing. I don't even begin to know how I will clean everything. This dust is stuck like a magnet and when I try to clean, it just sort of gets pushed around.

 I have boxes and equipment piled in every room.

 And windows taped in plastic.  Can someone tell me why they bother to tape the windows off yet remove it when they actually work on the window? I think the answer is that it makes their job easier? I am being sarcastic here.

The entire perimeter of my house is covered in scaffolding and ladders and all sorts of tools and equipment.

 My garage and porch have become staging centers for the project and I am looking at two more months of this.  Arghhhhhhh!!!!!

When it really gets to me, I pick something out that is finished, like my lanterns.  I stand and gaze at them, trying to appreciate how wonderful it will be when it is all done.  We have a loooong way to go.