Notes from the Delusional

Back in the early 90's, my mom decided to get a master's degree in early childhood education. Having spent one year as an education major myself, I can only imagine the feel-good BS she had to suffer through for that piece of paper. Imagine my horror when she identified one of her professors, the former owner of this very house! My mom still remembers her talking about the place -- "it's a beautiful old home! We made sure to buy a certain type of window for the new kitchen. We wanted to be historically accurate."

GUFFAW.

[Side note: the 90's marked the last time anyone did the slightest bit of maintenance around here, so the timeline matches perfectly]!

One of the kitchen windows:

These peole were too lazy to OPEN THEM AND PAINT THE BOTTOMS. The sacrifices we make to be historically accurate, you know? I wasted at least one day of my life cleaning them, which was fun. At least they weren't rotten like all the others.

The sills are toast in the original part of the house, and I seriously doubt we'll be able to save the windows at all. It's a real shame -- they somehow survived for more than a century until the former owners ignored them for 40. Dipshits.

About a month ago I tried to open one for the first time. I reached under the screen and tried to lift it. The track was completely crumbled away, so the glass storm window popped out and slammed down on my fingernail con gusto!

Here are some photos from the outside:

Note the attention to detail. A kindergarten finger-painting class could have done a better job. 

Part of the email I received the other day:

"Thinking about you and hoping all is going well. I know that this is the month that you were to take the final portion of the Pa. law exam-hope it goes or went well. While studying, did you get to notice and enjoy the blooming of the mock orange and butterfly bushes by the porch, the bleeding hearts, and the rose of Sharon along the fence that should be coming into bloom? Take time to enjoy the beautiful sunrises and sunsets and the closeness now to your mom and dad's. I forgot about Chauncey, our collie's, gravestone.  We are still in the "moving in" mode and probably will be for a year or so. Take care and always let us know if there is anything we can help you with: so happy it is you at Hillcrest and hope you feel the same. "

SERIOUSLY?