He’s looking good, that Paul. Especially with that Historic Kenton sign behind him.
Here’s what I saw on my walk to Laurie and Burt’s house.
We last saw this house in July, it having been stripped down to the just the front facade. It is now rising up again, adding a new level. I look forward to seeing the final product.
I gasped with joy when I walked around the corner and this beautiful mural came into view. I want a beautiful mural on my house too!
The Brigadoon House. I tell the story of this house in July 2014. Short version: while partaking of my morning jog during my first years in the neighborhood, I found a house I loved. And then I couldn’t find it again. Where had it gone? Had it been torn down? Disappeared for 100 years? Eventually I figured out I was choosing the wrong street and the house was still there!
Today however, it was not.
I hate to see houses like this go, because I love sub-1000 square foot houses. According to Portland Maps, this house (7033 N. Fenwick) is 480 square feet. Or was. It sold for $150,000 in 2009 and–this is why we have so many homeless people in Portland–$285,000 in September of 2017.
Fun PortlandMaps extra: historic plumbing permits, including one from 1942.
I will miss the Brigadoon House, and I’m sorry it did not survive long enough for me to buy and live in it.
The facade and the floorboards are all that are left. Will they go too? Or will a new house rise? Only time will tell.
Aside from that stuff at Christmas that was really ice pretending to be snow, we have not had much in the way of the white stuff this winter. And here we are, in late February, with a snowstorm.
This was the perfect kind of snow. It looked very pretty and also didn’t really stick on the roads, so things weren’t very snarled up.
Thanks, winter, for being so polite. And pretty.
What could be inside this gingham packaging?
Primer has been replaced by some great color. I bet Paul is excited to be getting such a good new coat of paint.
Paul has been blanketed in primer. I love the color swatch hanging from the temporary fence.
Apparently there wasn’t much work to do during my work-from-home day. Good thing I could fill the time with tasks.
That 11:00 list? Library, x-mas stamps, grocery shop? That was optimistic. I thought the ice would have melted off by then, but it was just as slick as it was first thing in the morning. I made it to the library and back home, but it was no 20-minute round-trip journey. I made it to New Seasons, but Fred Meyer had to wait until the next day. The Christmas stamps weren’t bought until the next week.