We've decided to go ahead and add some square footage to our house by raising the roof to create an attic that can later be finished into upstairs living space. And now, in preparation for the assault, I am having to undo the (slight) illusion of order I've managed to create here, taking pictures off the walls and securing other breakables. I am resigning myself to life in a construction zone for the next several weeks and convincing myself that the end result will be worth the mess and inconvenience.
It occurs to me that I have gone several years now without being able to settle into a natural rhythm and routine, and I am hoping that something like that will finally happen when the crew packs up their ladders and leaves.
The house is currently fragrant with apples. I have shazammed (with the aid of my handy dandy corer/peeler/slicer gadget) our backyard bounty into applesauce, apple pie filling, apple pies, apple crisp, and dried apple rings. There's still plenty more of the fruit on the trees, but we would have to call in the fire department with their hook and ladder truck in order to reach them. Guess we'll leave those for the wildlife when they eventually fall.
Speaking of pies, this week we met the guy who, with his wife, owns Portage Pie. They're up in Westfield, but they're a locally owned business that makes and sells yummy pies using only locally grown fruit, so they deserve a shout out, as well as your patronage if you happen to be in the area.
We expect to be spending more of our days hanging out in local coffee shops and other businesses while the work on our house proceeds. When the weather is nice, we'll also be out on the greenways, which is one of the top reasons for living in this county.
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