colonial' (that's what they call it around here), we knew that owning an antique home would be an adventure. We fell in love with the historical charm of the house-- the open beam ceilings, pumpkin pine floors, exposed brick in all the rooms. But owning a house that was built a decade before Lincoln became president-- making it a fairly "new" home in Boston's oldest neighborhood-- has certain challenges. First, over the weekend, we were moving everything but the furniture ourselves-- on one of Boston's first truly hot days of the summer. It got up to 98 degrees. Old Charlestown apparently couldn't handle all the electricity its residents were demanding in air conditioning and fans and staying indoors-- so the electricity went out for a good part of the day. We ended up moving in the dark until late evening. Then today, on his vacation, Brian supervised the movers as they brought our furniture-- in all its modern American proportions-- to our pre-Civil War home. There, he and the movers discovered that pretty much nothing could make it up the narrow winding stairwells. So, the energetic movers and Brian managed to hoist all of our furniture for the second and third floors up on to the decks and through the back windows. Without a ladder or crane of any kind. Brian called Sherry and told her he was glad she wasn't there. In his best Sherry-voice he told her, "You would have been saying, 'You guys are *not* going to hoist my nice dresser into the third floor through the window with your bare hands.' But we did it, honey. It's something only stupid guys would do, but it worked." Luckily, our furniture is now securely in place. The photo left is a not-very-good picture of our house taken back in January when our offer was first accepted. We plan to soon post better photos, in which you can see the house better (and in better weather, and without the "for sale" sign!), and see our new flag and new window boxes with pretty flowers!
Monday, June 19, 2006
The adventure begins . . .
From the moment our offer was accepted on our 'antique colonial' (that's what they call it around here), we knew that owning an antique home would be an adventure. We fell in love with the historical charm of the house-- the open beam ceilings, pumpkin pine floors, exposed brick in all the rooms. But owning a house that was built a decade before Lincoln became president-- making it a fairly "new" home in Boston's oldest neighborhood-- has certain challenges. First, over the weekend, we were moving everything but the furniture ourselves-- on one of Boston's first truly hot days of the summer. It got up to 98 degrees. Old Charlestown apparently couldn't handle all the electricity its residents were demanding in air conditioning and fans and staying indoors-- so the electricity went out for a good part of the day. We ended up moving in the dark until late evening. Then today, on his vacation, Brian supervised the movers as they brought our furniture-- in all its modern American proportions-- to our pre-Civil War home. There, he and the movers discovered that pretty much nothing could make it up the narrow winding stairwells. So, the energetic movers and Brian managed to hoist all of our furniture for the second and third floors up on to the decks and through the back windows. Without a ladder or crane of any kind. Brian called Sherry and told her he was glad she wasn't there. In his best Sherry-voice he told her, "You would have been saying, 'You guys are *not* going to hoist my nice dresser into the third floor through the window with your bare hands.' But we did it, honey. It's something only stupid guys would do, but it worked." Luckily, our furniture is now securely in place. The photo left is a not-very-good picture of our house taken back in January when our offer was first accepted. We plan to soon post better photos, in which you can see the house better (and in better weather, and without the "for sale" sign!), and see our new flag and new window boxes with pretty flowers!
colonial' (that's what they call it around here), we knew that owning an antique home would be an adventure. We fell in love with the historical charm of the house-- the open beam ceilings, pumpkin pine floors, exposed brick in all the rooms. But owning a house that was built a decade before Lincoln became president-- making it a fairly "new" home in Boston's oldest neighborhood-- has certain challenges. First, over the weekend, we were moving everything but the furniture ourselves-- on one of Boston's first truly hot days of the summer. It got up to 98 degrees. Old Charlestown apparently couldn't handle all the electricity its residents were demanding in air conditioning and fans and staying indoors-- so the electricity went out for a good part of the day. We ended up moving in the dark until late evening. Then today, on his vacation, Brian supervised the movers as they brought our furniture-- in all its modern American proportions-- to our pre-Civil War home. There, he and the movers discovered that pretty much nothing could make it up the narrow winding stairwells. So, the energetic movers and Brian managed to hoist all of our furniture for the second and third floors up on to the decks and through the back windows. Without a ladder or crane of any kind. Brian called Sherry and told her he was glad she wasn't there. In his best Sherry-voice he told her, "You would have been saying, 'You guys are *not* going to hoist my nice dresser into the third floor through the window with your bare hands.' But we did it, honey. It's something only stupid guys would do, but it worked." Luckily, our furniture is now securely in place. The photo left is a not-very-good picture of our house taken back in January when our offer was first accepted. We plan to soon post better photos, in which you can see the house better (and in better weather, and without the "for sale" sign!), and see our new flag and new window boxes with pretty flowers!
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