I wonder how the little Wachsmuth cabin is feeling about its new footprint now that it has come down to earth again.  For the past several weeks, while the masons were placing the forms and pouring the concrete for its new foundation, the building has been quite literally ‘up in the air.’  Yesterday she (do you refer to a house as a “she” like you do a ship?) was placed back on terra firma once more.

She’s (I’m going with that pronoun, even if it’s wrong) somewhat taller now – something to do with present-day foundation requirements and the building.  In my opinion the extra height suits her.  She is looking quite regal and proud of her seventy-plus year residency in Oysterville.

Soon she will take on some extra girth as ladies-of-a-certain-age often do.  The addition of a kitchen and a sunroom will make her bottom story bigger and then she will gain quite a bit more height with a renovated upstairs bedroom.  I expect that she will be basking in the glow of her family’s enjoyment as they fill her new spaces with love and laughter.

The cabin isn’t quite as old as I am.  We are three years apart in age.  Still, I can imagine (a little) how it would feel to get a complete make-over, yet leave the essential ‘me’ in place.  Fabulous!  And how fine to look forward to another seventy-some years watching the comings and goings in Oysterville.  I think I have a smidge of renovation-envy going on!