Rendering, Schmendering

There is a lot of paper involved in home design.  And computers.  A lot of those, too. Computers make the world go round you know.  Not money, not love, computers.  I bet you are using one right now, so you can't really disagree.

Anyway, things continue to be crazy on the house addition front.  Surveyors fighting with Conservation Commissioners right in front of Homeowners (me) who are almost in tears.  True story:  Anne, the commissioner told me my site plan couldn't be accepted because the flood lines didn't match the paper map which is king (she really said that.  The paper map is King. Odd.). Also, it looked like substantial improvement to her, so was I planning on filling in the existing basement?  (yes, I'm going home to get a shovel right now! She may not understand that I am a fairly un-construction-educated home owner who uses professionals to give her advice on these matters.  Their advice may be less professional than they are.). Then, she asked the wrong question,  so what do you want to do? (Cry?)  Move back to Utah where it's dry, I said.  She felt sorry for me, even Conservation Commissioners have hearts you know.

So, she let me file the Notice of Intent, as long as the evil surveyor printed out new site plans that rightly proclaimed our paper map status of living in the water (or something like that.).  She'll let the committee tell us to take a hike, that way she will forever be the kind woman who took my application.

Back to paper and computers.  As you can imagine, home plans are very flat.  That's their nature.  They're printed on paper and all.  So I have spent many days poring over floor plans and imagining over priced tile and cabinets, and things like that.  Yesterday, our architect sent us renderings.  Not bacon fat, computerized pictures of what our house will look like when we walk through it.  Yikes!  What have we done?  First of all, he has been to our house a time or two.  I'm trying very hard not to be offended by the furniture he has in there.

But, more importantly,  it's ugly!  My beautiful new house is ugly.  On the inside.  Where it really matters.  How can this be.  It is so wonderful in one dimension.  There are beams. So many beams, and posts, everywhere.  Just willy nilly, any old place,  it's like a Lincoln log house.  This will not do at all.  Stop the presses.  Or the bidders. Stop something, anyway.  My imaginary house, that isn't going to be approved anyway needs some adjustments.