Special Report: Part 3

Well it's Sunday so it's a day of rest or by the looks of the picture a day of total collapse.  We haven't even been working on the house this week but pooped is pooped.  We went out to lunch in Hebbronville and after a long nap back at the house it will be time to eat again.

We head out tomorrow for a few days in Nordheim to see my cousin Gary and whoever   else's schedule we can interrupt with our presence. I'm sure this week will go fast and it will be time to fly away. I bet my arms won't even get tired.

...until later

Part Deux": The Inside Scoop

Before

Well I gave you a look at the outside of the house but it"s time to take a look at the inside.  If I were to give it a title it would be  “Home Sweat Equity Home”.                                                                                          

Still, you can live in it and relax after a day of “premodeling”. That’s a new word for remodeling only it’s before. The master bedroom is finished so you won’t wake from your ”building your own home” nightmare and see that the dream is real. I’m so thankful that my home is a little further down the building chain, but then I've been working on mine since 1991.

After

...until later

Kitchen

Great Room looking East

Master Bedroom 

Special Report: What the Heck!

Yes it’s true, I’m back in paradise, (come on, it is if you’re a Texan) and ready to tell the tale of the Building Project.  I didn’t figure to be writing this blog again but sad circumstances brought us back almost a year to the day that I returned home a year ago.  Of course my adoring fans, i.e. relatives, upon seeing me wanted a sequel to last year’s docu-blog. After much thought (drank a beer and ate a taco) I relented so here I am.

The front of the house from the East side

Dwight and Nancy’s house is now closing in on being a home. They moved in among the tools and dust in December and continue to finish both the exterior and interior. I’m sure it would be done by now if I had stayed 6 months instead of 2 but my lovely wife Ruth would have no part of that. We’ll rest the blame on her shoulders.

until…who knows, maybe tomorrow

The West Side

Lawn Moowers?