The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Monday, December 05, 2005

The Tao of Not Giving a Crap

Things did not go as planned this weekend. This used to drive me crazy, but, as this project has progressed, I’ve cared less and less. I’m not sure what kind of perspective I’ve cultivated: fatalistic, patiently philosophical, or I just don’t give a crap anymore. In any case, it’s a lot more relaxing.

Saturday I received a once in a lifetime invitation to a Cherokee gathering with my wife. She’s writing a story about them for Russellville Courier, and they said she could bring her spouse. This was a very private affair which was closed to the public. I was the only 100% whitey invited, so I thought I’d be an idiot not to go. I can’t say too much about it (I don’t want to scoop my wife’s story), but it was very interesting. We didn’t get home until very late that night, so the work day was completely shot.

Sunday should have been a very productive day, but it didn’t happen. My wife has come down with the flu or strep throat. She’ll need a visit to the doctor to know for sure. In any case, she is feverish and very sick. My son spent the weekend with his grandparents. We’re hoping he won’t catch whatever his mother has. I spent most of the afternoon cutting firewood with my in-laws. The weather has been very cold (by our standards), and sick folks and cold weather don’t mix well. My wife may be sick, but, damn it, she’s warm if nothing else. If you want a real work out, try hauling a tree out of a gorge in 4 to 5 foot sections. It's right up there with hauling bricks or plywood. It sucks even worse if you have to haul it out of a briar patch (which we did).

I did go up to the Queen to check the plumbing. I wanted to make sure our water main was insulated enough to keep it from freezing. While I was there, I discovered that our electrician has been very busy. We have light, lots of it. The front hall, living room, dinning room, rear hall, and back porch all have lights!

Sunday night I didn’t get near enough sleep. My wife isn’t sleeping well, so I made her hot-toddies and sat up watching DVDs with her. I knew it was going to be a long day when I woke up this morning. I didn’t know where I was or why I was awake. That is never a good sign.

Since she’s sick, I’ve begun my slow slide into a paranoid-hypochondriacal state. Every ache, sneeze, or twinge is a harbinger of my doom. It should make for an exciting week.

On the upside, my thumb is healing nicely. My palm is no longer black or swollen. I’m slowly regaining a full range of motion too. Another week or so and I may be back to normal. Well, healthy at any rate. It’s debatable whether I was ever normal.

1 Comments:

Blogger Kristin said...

Sorry to hear your wife is sick. We're just recovering from "the crud" over at 1902Vic.

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