This morning, some men came by and chopped a big hole in our house!
Well, maybe not “chopped.”
More like “pried.”
(But since I am a Ramona Quimby fan through and through, I had to reference one of my favorite lines from Ramona the Brave.)
Nearly a month ago, we woke up to find what we call our “Rumpus Room” on fire.
Even though the space is porch-like, it’s actually flush with/a part of our house and connects to our laundry room.
Unfortunately, the room is barely held together with vinyl siding and a thin layer of insulation.
Therefore, the room is freezing in the winter, sweltering in the summer and buzzing with wasps in between.
The space is fabulous and Mr. Smith and I have been wanting to remodel the space, but the whole siding-as-interior-walls situation was very overwhelming to us.
I mean, what would we find under that siding? And what would we do to fix it?
Thankfully, the fire figured that out for us.
So hopefully, in the next few weeks, our Rumpus Room will get a much-needed makeover courtesy of insurance.
All we had to pay was a very large sum of fear and panic. (I’m still waking up in the middle of the night to check on things.)
Will keep you posted on the hole on our house.
In the meantime, I guess we are literally getting beauty for ashes. 🙂