Something in my gut tells me not to blog too many excruciating details about this house project while we’re building it, getting to know our architects, and trying to create something beautiful (and on budget).
Anyone who has paid attention to the Mérida blogosphere knows how that can feed an epic, ugly feud between nice people. My architects are very nice, and they beat out a bunch of other architects who also seem very nice. And we’re nice people, too. Just imagine — all these nice people working together to restore a nice ruin in Santa Ana. But I digress.
I don’t even know if my architects know I have a blog. I certainly haven’t mentioned it to them. How would they feel if they knew I was broadcasting our business on an open forum like a WordPress hobby blog? (Maybe they’d up their game, but I have confidence their game will be just fine as it is.) Mainly, I’m staying coy about this for the same reason I wouldn’t blog about an argument with my partner or rant about my boss. I don’t think that would exactly strengthen our relationship.
I provided the architects with a detailed list of what we want, both aesthetically and in practical terms. That was drawn up in November, started on my iPad, on my lap, on the flight from Mérida to Houston. Already we have had some new ideas, so our little manifesto will need updating.
One thing I keep going back-and-forth on is whether our baby will be available for rent. We haven’t heard too many horror stories, and some rental income would probably justify a stronger level of building supervision in our absence. When I consider renters in our house, somehow my mind wanders to two things. These strangers will be spilling and chopping with reckless abandon on my new countertops, and possibly having s-e-x (with our without reckless abandon) in MY BED! Animals!
Am I being too sensitive?