The house has been torn apart and in some ways looks worse than when we first saw it — when we could see the vision. Now it sits there with no front porch, no doors, no windows, no shutters, looking forlorn and hollow.
I think it must feel like a transplant patient, getting a new heart, new lungs, new kidneys. The work is going on inside — new plumbing, new electric and HVAC; all necessary parts to bring the house back to life.
Old wood is ripped out, new wood is expertly milled and put into place, plumbing & electric lines are run through the house, but with no well and no power, the house is still lifeless — as if waiting for a defibrillator to resuscitate it.