Before I start, I have to tell you that my friend Greg finally came home from Afghanistan and of course he came to see ME and tell me about his adventures there working for the NPR. He directs parts of some show called All Things Considered and I made sure that momma tuned it in to listen to his reports.
Wow, I was so glad to see him safe and sound. Welcome home, buddy.
My estate is what you might call a fixer upper of relentlessly huge proportions and it is still a work in process. But our neighbors are always excited to see what is going on with the exterior. With the front porch finished at last, I want to show off to you the transformation.
The original photo was taken just after Master chopped down all the arborvitae. They surrounded the house and obscured the windows making it night time all the time inside. Not to mention that they were all the way up to the second story and our across the street neighbors didn't even know our house was made of brick. For sure.
Here is my estate then... (I would have scanned in the photo if the DOH ever hooked up the new scanner she bought THREE YEARS AGO)...
Can you spot all the changes? I will list them for you...
- Second story dormers ripped off and doubled in size (yuh, like that made super sized holes in the roof and the inside ceilings all had to be torn out and whatchyercall reconfigured)
- New roof
- New windows
- Plastic screen porch turned in to my living room addition
- Fancy pants walkway (he had some help for that)
- There is an actual lawn instead of brown stuff
- New front door (the old one actually had a Monopoly board stapled up where the window used to be).
And of course my brand spank me new front porch which is very grand. Do you remember what it looked like before?
Then came demolition day and Master got in a big monster machine and smashed the old porch all up.
And Jarrod came to do the heavy work. Regular little Cool Hand Luke.
Look at it now! Wow! I spy on the humans as the go by on walkies and they are always admiring my estate and pointing and stuff. At first I thought they were maybe commenting on the fact that the Mango lives here, but now I can admit that they are looking at the Master's creation.
The porch has been 99.99% completed for some time now, but I did not want to show you until it had the finishing touch.
To whit, these pineapples.
Which a friend of ours who is a Master gilder antique restoration dude made all bright and shiny. Hey! Wouldn't everybody have gilded pineapples if they could? It makes momma smile every time she looks at them.
One of a kind, just like my Master.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. You must be going through withdrawal after all those pictures without ME. Here you go. Ladies, get out your smelling salts...