I am a shell of a man…

Well, I own a shell of a house, yesterday was settled enough to really look at the production of the new house. There are exterior brick and roofing and the plumbing and wiring right in place now, this makes me feel better to see, it’s like something is really there. I walked over to my grandparent’s barn lot and you can see the roofline, this winter with the foliage down you really can see it.
Now comes the fun part of drywalls and ceilings and door jambs and doors and window treatments. I haven’t really picked out the paint colors; actually G and Mom will be sorting that out along with the appliances and cabinetry. All that I suggested was no carpet, only tile and wood floors, no sissy wall paints and curtains.
At one time I was afraid to come home to Barbie’s Dream Home, with Loris hand in the decorating. She’s more concerned that her Pokey wont be able to come over and visit.
With me being very close to the barn, we can work something out. PG was going to put a new gate in on my side of the fence so we could walk to each others houses.
My grandparents are getting older and I see little feeble ways every day, they need someone close to watch out for them. I need to get out of the house and be on my own. I don’t mind being close to my family but then again there is that needed time for privacy. Right now, if I wanted to invite someone over my Mom or Lori or my Pops would traipse in. Having a place of my own would be easier and under my rules, not that I plan on having wild sex parties or run around the house naked all the time, just to come home and relax and not have someone tugging at me.
My grandparents’ house is a good ways away from their barn; in fact you can’t see it from their house. Which in turn makes my house farther away, unless they made the loop around and drove into the subdivision, I’m all set on the privacy issues.
At least now the rain isn’t a factor in the projects since they are all inside. Maybe I can keep up and report where everything stands.