Sunday, November 11, 2007

Escape from Fallingdowne



You ask how it got that name? Well, okay, you didn't. But it's a nod to Frank Lloyd Wright and his house, Fallingwater, and another kind of gesture to that very Victoria penchant for attaching pretentious vowels to names, like Ocean Pointe.

It's not falling down any more, since we lifted the back end of the house and replaced the buckled foundation a few years ago, but it still has a pronounced lean to it. And now at last we might be able to do something about that.

We've agreed we've spent enough cold drafty winters in this ramshackle place. I've wrecked my joints and my lungs stripping and sanding and replastering and painting as many surfaces as I can get to in my spare time. And stopgap repairs by electricians, plumbers etc. just don't fix what's deeply screwed up and broken about this house.

So we're investigation the options, which seem to be: A full update and renovation - replumbed, rewired, new windows, new roof, insulation, new kitchen and bathrooms, everything (and level floors, please); converting the house into a side-by-side duplex and selling off one of the strata units to pay for the work; or selling and finding a new place that is warm, up-to-date and where all the lights work.