man, the ceilings in here are just not to be believed.

last two videos of the victorian house, with my annoying commentary.

second date

kirk and i are going together to see the victorian house on friday. kirk will be looking at/for: electrical panel, sockets, water damage, assorted ghosties. this time i want to capture the weird pink bedroom downstairs, look for traces of the chimney's mantle, investigate the closet that leads to the kitchen, check out some bathroom details. also, opening all cupboards. all of them. last time i saw some old ass mercury tinctures in one cupboard and was too shy/respectful of mrs goss's ghost to look much further.

meanwhile, i barely slept last night for thinking about the house. when i first went to bed it was like i had a raging headache. a houseache. my brain literally felt on fire with the house. not like mania, more like a vision. chrysalis. later i would sleep and startle awake again with the image of the house in front of my eyes and lie there, contentedly thinking about it. the lawns and gardens restored, the rooms emptied and shining. ahh. i'm sketching floor plans and possible renovations, paint schemes.

if you were us, what would you look for on friday? we will have the camera and the video camera.