The last time I posted I was longing for the lazy, cozy quiet of a Northbrook winter. I imagined two weeks of Christmas holidays and then calm, relaxed weekends. The universe had other plans for us.
About a week before Christmas we learned that pipes had frozen and burst during the week. We dropped everything and drove up to the farm mid week only to find this.
No, that’s not an ice sculpture, that’s the toilet in our master bathroom – completely encapsulated in ice. At the end of the day we had a main bathroom that needed gutting, a living room ceiling that needed to be ripped out and replaced and this lovely hole in the plaster wall of our hallway.
The damage also meant that we didn’t spend the Christmas holidays at the farm – and the lovely tree that the kids decorated was enjoyed for a total of one evening. Christmas in the city became a sort of utilitarian affair – the WorkHorse went to the office and I went to the gym. In the midst of that routine we hosted the WorkHorse’s parents who were displaced by an ice storm. I wouldn’t say it was a terrible Christmas, but it won’t go down as one of our favourites.
At the same time, the renovation that we were told would take no more than 60 days – we’d be sitting by the fire at Christmas, he said – drags on at a snail’s pace. I’ve come to understand that everything that can go wrong will go wrong, and I’ve adjusted my expectations on timing. Now I just hope that by the time summer rolls around our renovation will be complete and in use.
It was all bound to happen. These are the perils of owning a second home – and of renovating in general.
We’re coming to the end of our first full weekend at the farm since Christmas and we’re trying to enjoy despite its temporary shortcomings. The upside is a new main bathroom, which should be finished soon – here’s a sneak peek:
One day soon this place will feel like home again in the same way. In the meantime, I’m faking it with a pot of soup on the stove and a cup of tea at my side.