Like many writers, I wish I could do more with my hands than set them to laptop and paper. I’m also in love with old houses. And in spite of the expense and disruption, I’m finding the process of renovating the room that will soon be my home office — swapping peeling red linoleum for hardwood floors — totally engrossing.
Our contractor calls this forensic carpentry: the process of uncovering that here was once a window, or there, beneath the red linoleum, are black and white linoleum tiles. It gets even more interesting in the oldest part of the house, where, though it’s not being renovated, you look at a section of floor once covered by a bookshelf and realize that the amber pine boards used to be painted brown. I wish I could see a time-lapse video of how things have evolved over the course of the house’s 200+ year old history.
Do you live in an old house or apartment? What’s the most surprising thing you’ve discovered?