So we live in a house...

as many people do. It's the first house I've ever owned, and after a peripatetic life where the longest I ever spent in a single residence was four years, I'm ready to die here.

Although not for another forty years.

As I have mentioned once or twice before, this house is (approximately) 278 years old (the new part is only 112.) It often needs repairs, as old houses do. We consider ourselves more custodians than owners... but unless you're Bob Villa, it's always an uphill battle.

Coming home from a run a few weeks ago I noticed that a bit of the fancy trim on the facing under the palladium window on the front of the house was rotting off and had partially fallen. So I told Scott, heart in my throat at how much THIS was going to cost, and he found a colonial restoration company in town.