I met with Bruce Evans, the architect, today. He had taken all the plans that Dawn and I spent countless hours on, threw them in the trash, and started from scratch. He’s very soft spoken and it’s hard to get a feel for where he’s coming from, but his plans seem fine, so it’s fine.
[In hindsight, our plans were ridiculous – corner spas in the boys’ room, a shower in the closet – but Bruce was very polite about not using our ideas. Firm, but polite.]
Lancaster County is having record rainfall this summer, and the mansion roof has a leak. The walls were wet and house was very damp. I’m just hoping everything holds together until October.