AKA: How to freak the shit out of my wife. It's usually pretty easy to get my wife going. The stuff that really gets her going usually involve a project I start, without her knowing it, while she is out. She usually comes home in the middle of me muddling with something, shakes her head and goes into the other room. You can imagine how she reacted when she came home to this in our side yard:
It all started innocently enough. I was trying to prep the ceiling for installation of the fixture over the front step. Well, you know how that goes: If I am going to do it right, I have to re-paint the ceiling. If I am going to re-paint the ceiling, I have to install the molding that the PO took off. If I am going to do that, I am going to have to remove some siding. If I have to remove some siding, I better just take the opportunity to remove all of the siding at the entry. Sounds logical enough, right? By the way, this is the fixture I chose for over the steps. It’s from Rejuvenation. I think it is going to look pretty cool once it arrives and is in place.
I think where my wife's freak factor started to rise as she could see that as I started removing the siding, I was getting excited about what I was finding. The wood was in decent shape (the colors hideous though), and the trim work looked pretty nice. It also revealed that I can actually put my porch screens on the outside of the house, where they belong. Right now, the aluminum siding covers the receiving trim and we are forced to jam them on the inside. X
Anyway, during all of this, there is some pacing and "nervous cleaning" going on inside the house. I am sure "Where the hell is he going to stop?" was running through my wife's head, on repeat, a thousand times a minute. Well, yesterday, I stopped at the entry but who knows what I'll do if I get bored today.
Just check this out. Why would you ever cover this up???
Anyway, I think that she is safe from a big project... ...for know. I can't promise what will happen next spring though.