The history of a house -- or, perhaps a state of mind -- or, conceivably, both at once.
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In 1981 I went with Edward to San Francisco for a one-semester teaching engagement. I left the house in care of a friend who, with his teenage daughter, needed a place to stay. One weekend she flushed a tampon down the toilet just before they went on a trip.
1990 -- re-roofed?
Eventually the red maple, probably planted when the house was built, began to succumb to age. A branch, perhaps hit by lightning, broke off and fell on the deck of the house below it, injuring no one but providing a warning. In 2001 I had it cut down, with deep regrets. The change was instant and enormous. Formerly dark and shady, the garden became bright and sunny, and the vista opened up to a sweep.
In summer 2002 I added a wrought-iron fence atop the retaining wall, and finished the bricking-in of the back, adding several more planterboxes.
1999 propped up back porch, made sauna space.
Painted in summer 2000.
2001 front porch. (Continued . . . )
