It had been over three weeks since we had last said goodbye to the Church, unplugged the wax melter and shut off the lights. Three weeks of December bustle, of Christmas parties, Church events, and seeing family and friends. Three weeks of shopping and eating and making merry. It seemed like a long time, and we worried about the Church. But the Church is so snug now with its new insulation, drywall and excellent Geothermal furnace that everything looked exactly as we had left it. Well, almost everything…
We were babysitting two plants from Rybak’s Ice Cream store for the winter, but they cannot live on sunlight alone. They do need water…
I even left them on the Robo-Saw with its awesome swinging arm and a few bottles of water, but apparently the saw drank the water and left the plants to fend for themselves.
Now that the church is comfy-cozy with its spray foamed long underwear on, the windows are the only weak link. So it was the windows that we worked on. I didn’t snap any pix of the work because (as if it wasn’t evident) sanding and caulking windows isn’t very glamorous, nor is it adrenalin-producing. (Really I just forgot…)
I did manage to sneak a picture of Mike working on the trim between the ceiling and the drywall. There is a bit of a gap there and the trim will fill that nicely. But again, it’s not super sexy work, though he did his best to make a nice pose…
We did have a leisurely week off in the Thumb, and some of the time was spent just nesting with the critters.
I don’t know if it was all the extra sleep I got, but I started daydreaming about the bathroom ceiling.
So I searched for ideas…
Well, perhaps we’ll just stick with something more tasteful, like this for example:
Or maybe something artsy:
I call it ugly. What do you say, Iggy? Pass or Fail?
Maybe we could get a giant print of this picture for the ceiling:
OK, maybe not. But something must go on the ceiling. Can’t wait to see what we come up with!
While we are waiting for time to replenish our coffers and our energy, we did a little window shopping. Bay City was our mall, and Antiques were our eye candy.
Want! And also…
Want badly! Loads of gorgeous tile. But where would it ever fit? What would we do with it? We pondered and had great discourse on the subject, with no resolution other than, “If it’s meant to be, it will be.”
But we did put some money down on a great, and needed purchase.
Miles and miles of counters. Glass counters, with glass shelves and mirrors, and it’s LIT. In great shape. A little 80’s for my taste, but imagine the burgundy base covered in a rich wood and lovely rich fabric covers inside the cases. And imagine it in the Church! Yes!
Meanwhile, back at the Church, things were beginning to be a little oppressive. Too much stuff. How will we have room for the new stuff if we have all this old stuff?
So we went on a Arma-get-your-clean-on. It’s a continual battle, and it required the rental of a storage space, but so be it.
We both know our tendency towards clutter, and awareness is the first step towards fixing it, but shopping with your eyes isn’t quite as much fun as shopping with your paycheck. However, when the paycheck has already gone into heat, and light, and buying storage space for things already purchased with the paycheck, the reality of the vicious cycle hits you in the face. We can and will do better!
So we have been turning our eyes inward. I have been making a new rug, and Mike has been lovingly cleaning up his easel, in preparation for new work.
Everything is as it should be, and this is the time to be quiet, to listen for God’s voice, and to follow instructions. We aren’t in charge!
So besides the furnace ouster last weekend, we also kept ourselves from being “board”…
by cleaning up the sanctuary, but not before trying out the art in the new venue.
Off with the carpet!
Friend Duane was up with more freshly turned bowls and a check for the barn…
The art looks great, with or without the finished gallery. I’m so lucky to have such beautiful art hanging up around my house. I think some people shy away from art because they are unsure of how to react- or how to think or what to say about it. But painting, like music, dance, and other arts, can touch something in you that doesn’t need thoughts or words. This hand of an Indian ascetic, holding the prayer beads, buried in the sand, is such a vision of hope and devotion to me that it just touches me every time I look at it.
I’m sure that’s what these two were discussing…
So that’s the other part of the weekend. Family fun with Eva and Jack her boyfriend, Pat and Duane, and of course, the Don, Paul Fisher.
We got a dumpster! Apparently in the 1960’s the congregation “upgraded” the church with a dropped ceiling, paneling over the old wainscoting, and a tile floor with a baby blue/peach carpet. They painted the pews fleshy-peach, painted the stuccoed walls blue, and boarded up the circular window at the front. It was a common thing to do in the 60’s and I bet they saved on their heating bill!
But blech blech blech!! Oh and they added the lights and ceiling fans, of course!
So we got a dumpster to try to get back to the original box of wood and worship. It’s under there!
How nice that friends made the trek to Grindstone City on a wintry day to help us celebrate the New Year and the Old Church. They brought: festive opening and ribbon cutting accoutrement! Fun, even though opening day lies waaay in the future.
Here’s to the vision!
Next, surveying the premises…
Thanks so much for your support and good wishes! We will need them!
Now… down to business. Let’s get that dropped ceiling down…
This tree has been around awhile. Seen a lot of activity, heard a lot of talk, smelled a lot of scents and absorbed a lot of energy. The Ugly Tree is done. The time of abuse and neglect is over. Our mission is to resurrect the old Methodist Church of Grindstone City, Michigan back into a place of music, art, warmth and faith.