Posts By: Julia

Feb 15

February 15, 2020

Stripped Down

A few weeks along in our renovations and here we are. Here’s what we’ve done so far, since Jan. 31. Sellers have moved out. ✅ Subterranean termite treatment complete. ✅ Asbestos all gone in the attic (650 sq ft). ✅ Asbestos floor tiles gone all throughout first floor (1000 sq ft). ✅ TWO debris boxes of trash/scrap/recycling gone. ✅ Overgrown shrubbery in front of house pruned or removed. ✅ All old AC units gone from windows, all windows opened up…

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Jan 27

January 27, 2020

Countdown

My husband texted me Saturday night from his mother’s house, where he has been staying half the week, alternating with his daughter, to be on hand as caregivers. His mom is slowing down in her 96th year and over the past few months it was clear she needed someone around all the time. Patrick and I live separate lives some days, but are always very much in tandem. We’ve been through a lot together, from being two separate single parents…

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Jan 20

January 20, 2020

The permit on the door says we can get started renovating!

Architecture of Dreams

In the past week I have met with the draftsman, started an account at the local lumberyard/home center, and filed for a home renovation permit. We also went into contract to sell our current home. It’s happening very quickly, intensely: quiet liquid days interspersed with bouillon cubes of noise. I was in Grass Valley Tuesday through Thursday, then split town just as a major storm was arriving. Snow flurries swirled behind me, but all I met was cold rain all…

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Jan 13

January 13, 2020

Fresh Air

This is our new house. We have spent the past three months working towards buying it, and our effort bore fruit last week when we closed escrow. I’m getting the keys tomorrow. This 1880 Queen Anne is a former duplex, waiting to be renovated back into one big home. We’re just the suckers for such a job. As the sellers were packing up, they told our real estate agent that it used to be a brothel. A BROTHEL. Where else…

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Dec 20

December 20, 2019

Austin Tracey

2020 Vision

My apologies for the long silence. When last I wrote here, we had moved to the country and my husband was seriously disabled by his back injuries; he retired and we left the busy East Bay for Wine Country-quiet. I have been working on several projects in that time, namely my historical novel about the Orphan Train mama who lost her children and set about getting them back. That novel is in revisions and needs another deep dive. (Not this…

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