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What do you get when you cross a sunny day, a shovel, and a canine? My son’s latest riddle.

It was in the 90s today, humid, my clothes were soaked through after about 15 minutes at the new house. Summer here will be interesting. Our whole rhythm of life is about to change, much more sensitive to the weather. I realized I have signed on for an upscale camping experience except that I still have to go to work and pretend I’m not camping on weekdays.

Home sweet mobile home

Tony Rieck put on his game face in the heat and took photos for us while Joe Dunbar worked on stripping the pine trees of vines and clearing for pickup the rest of the oak tree trunk he fell  (about two feet in diameter). Some of the vines have grown through the chain link fence and are about 3-4 inches in diameter. We’re going to need a chain saw for this property.

Joe about 50 feet up

My new favorite store is General RV on The Westside. They have flamingo and palm tree lights we can string along our awning. And lots of stuff I never knew I’d need (as opposed to the aforementioned lights which I’d anticipated): large mildew-resistant entrance mat, clips to prevent the awning from flapping in wind, shade bubbles for the skylights, a cedar slatted platform for the outdoor shower, etc.

Kids got to see their bunk beds and the 10 inch tv sans cable and are delighted.

Kate in flamenco dress using pneumatic wood splitter with Justin

I am currently lying in my luscious king-sized, Sealy Posturpedic bed with 400 thread count sheets already mourning the experience. It might be the thing I’ll look forward to the most during this renovation. That and being able to raise my arms straight above my head while standing inside the space I call home.

View of house from camper

Signs of life - our temp mailbox and "no trespass" sign

Patricia (architect) conducted a team meeting today with our structural engineer and contractor to review our first printed project timeline. Suddenly there the project was, stretching on for three pages like reticulated building blocks measuring out the next six months of our lives. Oh, the things we will see from our little camper window.

Antony Rieck (photographer) and Jorge Brunet (art director) showed up as the meeting ended to capture images of our intrepid team. I stood observing these three successful, self-employed professionals in front of the camera who also happen to be women – mothers, sisters, daughters, wives – posing for serious as well as silly photos that poke fun and celebrate them as females. When the Hatcher House was built 44 years ago, no woman would have been a principal on such a project. We’ve come a long way, baby.

Just as the past holds its stories, so certainly will the future. Last year Patricia, Jorge, Richard and I sat with the Hatchers on this property and looked at the images they had captured and preserved forty-odd years ago of the home being built and of their young family. I like to think that I will sit on this property forty years from now and tell young new owners about our experience, show them the images of our project, and consider how we got from here to there.

More fun than brainstorming, perhaps not as productive. But a few hours into our sangria evening with friends and project colleagues Diane and Jorge Brunet, our architect Patricia McQuaid and her multi-talented husband Antony Rieck, we had a score of ideas for photo images to capture this project and to have a little fun. I won’t give anything away now, however I’m happy to share the sangria recipe (serves 6 thirsty of-age adults):

1 cup good brandy
1 cup triple sec
1 and 1/2 to 2 bottles decent red wine
2/3 cup frozen lemonade concentrate
1/2 cup fresh orange juice
1/2 cup lemon juice
slices of fresh orange, lemon, and lime
mix in a pitcher with come-hither lines and refrigerate overnight
just before serving, add 4 cups cold Pellegrino (substitute ginger ale if you prefer it sweeter)

Kids' self portrait while adults play

A few days later Richard took Jorge, Diane and photographer/painter/engineer/renaissance man Antony Rieck to see the place. Legitimately this time, with the listing agent. They all had a good look around, with Tony providing a cursory evaluation by examining the roof, bulkhead, supporting columns, and pool. When I asked Richard how they got on the roof he said Tony hopped up lithely through the little access point, they gave Jorge a boost, and then Tony pulled Richard up like a little girl. That’s my guy.

After they all saw the house, Jorge and Tony decided they should form a syndicate to buy it, fix it up and do SOMETHING with it, just don’t let it get torn down. A syndicate?! It had all of their imaginations swirling. That evening Richard and I started talking about all the possible big repairs and a budget with nothing much to go on. Silly, naïve people that we were.

We already knew we would ask Patricia McQuaid of FORM Architecture to head up the project. We met Patricia through Diane and Jorge Brunet and had worked with her before. And Patricia is married to Tony, so I’m sure she was already getting an earful from him about the house. But the idea was too daunting to do anything with yet except talk about it.