So for some odd reason I went into a closet the other day that I never go into. I noticed that there was some paint cracking which I thought was odd. I went to investigate and it peeled right off like a warm piece of string cheese. I knew this was not a good sign. It turns out I had a small crack in my roof and slowly water was coming into a closet. Christ, I don’t know when I last went into that closet but it was a good year or so. What would of happened if I didn’t go into that closet for another year, I shudder to think about it. So the roof part was easy to fix. And by easy to fix, I mean it was easy for my contractor to fix it. But the closet, ah the closet. That took a bit more time. The contractor had to completely break it down, take out the plaster, and rebuild it with drywall. You see these old houses have plaster instead of drywall. Let me just say it is a messy business. It has taken the contractor over 12 hours and counting to fix. Crazy. You wake up one morning and the next thing you know you are $750 lighter in the pocket. This great book I’m reading about a house renovation (I plan on posting about it Monday when I finish it) says that home projects will be completed when you are dead or you sell the house. I understand what he means now. I’ve just spotted a new crack…
701 H Street, NE The placard says: “New restaurant with 50 seats and a Total Occupancy Load of 50. Serving…
Love it! Will revisit when completed – corner of 1st and Florida Ave, NW
Maybe the lamp broke?
LeDroit Park/Shaw border on Florida Ave, NW.