Judy and I live in a very old house. We’re not sure of its age. All we know is that it came into existence at some point before 1885. Originally built as a flophouse for dockworkers and fisherman, over the years various owners have added and subtracted to the building, usually in a haphazard fashion and without permits. One of the previous owners called the method “bootleg architecture.” People used whatever materials were at hand. Several times over the eleven years we’ve lived here, we’ve had to let construction and repair crews interrupt our lives. (When we moved in the house had no real foundation, the roof leaked, termites had gutted one wall, and so on.) Tomorrow morning they’re coming to rip out the inside walls of the living room. After they’re replaced, we have to paint. Practically speaking, this is probably going to make it difficult for me to get online. (Not such a bad thing, to my mind.) Unless I find a handy solution, there won’t be any posts here for a while—maybe two weeks. In the meantime, I’ll be working on the book.
My best wishes to you all.