Mike came by yesterday and did some electrical work on our house. We’ve been waiting for so long I’ve lost track. He finally hooked up…
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Mike came by yesterday and did some electrical work on our house. We’ve been waiting for so long I’ve lost track. He finally hooked up…
Yesterday morning, between the hours of 9:00 AM and noon, someone came into our backyard and took a crap. Yup. The mysterious intruder moved a…
The 23rd story about out renovation appears in today’s Times-Picayune.
I tremble in abject fear every time we get a letter from our insurer. So many people have been screwed by these insurance companies. We’ve…
Property assessments are being revised in New Orleans, which has some people worked up when the assessed value of their house doubles or quadruples. Ultimately…
I finally submitted our application to the Road Home program — and not a moment too soon. The deadline is July 31, and I’ve been…
The 22nd story about our renovation appears in today’s Times-Picayune:
We’ll let the minor factual inaccuracies pass in this, the 21st article about our renovation, because Stephanie is such a nice person. But dang, Steph, this is what happens when you make up quotes!
I saw something this morning, after I’d opened my eyes but before I put on my glasses. In my blurry vision, it looked like a…
Today the Times-Picayune is running the 20th story in their series on the renovation of our home. If you can score the print version, there’s a fun picture of Xy on our front porch.
The 19th story about our renovation appeared in today’s paper.
Easter Sunday. Xy and I spend the day engaged in yard work. Our “yard” is about 4′ x 12′ between the sidewalk in front of…
Oh, as for the article about our renovation, which I mentioned earlier? I can’t find the text online, alas, but they did use a picture by yours truly:
Also in today’s paper, there’s an excellent editorial by Michael Homan.
Update: Thanks to Adrastos, I found the article about our renovation online.
I believe the story in today’s paper is the 17th installment that Stephanie Bruno has written about our renovation:
DESPITE SETBACKS, MID-CITY RESIDENTS HAMMERING AWAY
Saturday, March 10, 2007
By Stephanie Bruno
Contributing writerNOTE: When we last visited Bart Everson and Christy Paxson, work on their Mid-City home was progressing sporadically, and the recent murder of their friend Helen Hill had dealt them a blow. Now, repairs are proceeding more predictably, but additional worries are clouding their horizon.
Even though the renovation of our house is taking a lot longer than expected, we’ve felt very fortunate for a number of reasons. We had…
Two nights ago, as I lay in bed just drifting off to sleep, I heard a noise which sounded for all the world like someone…
I was heartened to read a positive story on the front of today’s paper about Dr. Jeff Wiese, who drove around the country for months after Katrina and pretty much saved the residency program at the Tulane School of Medicine. Now the residents are trying to fill in the gap left by the closure of Charity Hospital. He’s a hero. I’ve admired the good doctor for some years; he is the foremost researcher into the mysteries of the alcohol hangover. The paper doesn’t mention that good work. I guess they’re pandering to those puritans from Pennsylvania.
I’m in the paper today too. It’s the 14th story or so about our renovation.
What with all the foofaraw trying to get back on the internet and dealing with spambots and the parental visitation and bloody murder and the…
I heard a thump on the porch and went out to see the newspaper had been delivered. Ordinary enough, you say, but here’s the rub: It’s Sunday’s paper being delivered at 5 PM Saturday afternoon. I opened it up, relishing the notion of reading tomorrow’s news, but was disappointed to discover sections A, B & C are missing. I called the Times-Picayune’s automated system to report the problem, but of course they only have options for today’s paper and yesterday’s — not tomorrow’s.
The electricians got started on our house yesterday. We didn’t even know they’d been there until we realized we had no juice in our bedroom.…