Absolutely nothing was accomplished this weekend.  And it wasn’t really our fault.  Torrential rain and high winds on Saturday made working outside impossible.  In fact, the weather was very nearly disastrous because our basement flooded about two inches that night. (Hint: sump pumps work great, but not when the electricity goes out for three and a half hours.)   Unfortunately, we had all of our doors for the new house–beautiful old pine doors salvaged from Cherie’s mother’s house plus a new exterior door–stacked down there.  While we wish we had thought to take photos of the two of us in the basement, desperately moving doors to high ground by flashlight while dressed in pajamas and Muck boots, sadly, we were a bit too flustered at the time.  You’ll just have to use your imagination.

By Sunday, winter had remembered that rain and 45 degrees are not appropriate for January in Maine and switched over to 20s and ice pellets instead.  But kept the high winds for continuity.  Hence, we decided to scrap Sunday as well.  Not a complete loss, especially since we didn’t have much we could do anyway.  We can’t go further on the driveway, the most pressing project, without a permit. Which we didn’t get this week.  (Hint #2: if you show up at the municipal offices at 4:45 on the Friday before a long weekend and ask for a permit, they aren’t happy.)

Shown below is the sum total of what we managed to accomplish this weekend: we cleaned off the desk, we looked at lighting catalogs, and Cherie bought new shoes.  These shoes will not be stored in the basement.


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