People Who Live In Glass Houses . . .

  

. . . always know when it is raining.  :-)

It's Sunday, and we're stepping into the Way Back machine, traveling back to Moving Day at That Old House, May 2008, in a post from December 12 of that year.  Remember this is from the very early days of this blog -- before I knew enough to take decent pictures!

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Howard and I looked at That Old House several times before signing a contract to buy it.  It was always in clear weather.  The day we took possession of it, it was raining.  Pouring.  Noah-style, cats-and-dogs weather, get out the cubit-measure weather.

We went right from our lawyer's office to our new house.  Dashed from the car, down the old stone steps, splashed through the puddles on the patio, and fumbled with the keys to open the French doors into the conservatory. 

Ah, inside at last, where it was dry and ... and ... and ... noisy! Incredibly noisy.  There we stood, in the house we had bought just an hour before, shouting and laughing at one another.  Who knew rain on a conservatory roof was this noisy?

You know that glass ceiling that feminists talk about?  We live under it.  And boy, when the rain starts falling, every drop is audible. A drizzle sounds like a downpour, and a downpour sounds like a firing squad.
But we love our conservatory.  So do our guests.  At Alida's college graduation party the next month, which was planned for outdoors, it unexpectedly poured rain.  Tropical downpour style, from an hour after guests arrived, until after they went home.  

80 guests retreated into the house, with a surprising number of them opting for the sunroom, despite their having to holler at one another to be heard.







(A picture of the conservatory on moving day, which also was a day of relentless downpour. Click to enlarge it, if you dare.  Note the cardboard, placed near the doors in a vain attempt to absorb the wet and mud, and the moving men wrestling things down the stone steps from the driveway.  Notice also the 3 Cavaliers banished to a pen to keep them from dashing out the open door. That's little Connie and our friend's dog Calvin in front; you can only see a bit of Dion's fur 'way at the back.)

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 Now . . . we are back to the present!  It's 2010 and the sunroom has undergone some much-needed changes.

Come back Monday to see the transformed conservatory.

New paint, new carpet . . . same old people and dog!  Happy Sunday!  -- Cass

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Eeeeekk!  Talk about scary stuff for Halloween.

Nothing much beats this, below, for scary: moving day in our kitchen!

But you notice the all-important coffee maker is out and ready for duty.  

We had our priorities straight.