Hearing
someone say their house looks old comes as a compliment to Steve and
Trisha Frank. When they built the Craftsman-style home two years
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built in the 1930s in the Cottage District of Alamo Heights.
The Craftsman was a departure for Steve, president of Burdick & Frank, a home builder known for grand Mediterranean, Old World and Spanish-style mansions. But he was following Trisha's lead on this project.“She's followed me for about the past 30 years from neighborhood to neighborhood while I built custom homes for us to live in, and she said, 'It's my turn,'” Steve said.
Tired of the daily commute from their home in Canyon Lake, Trisha wanted to be closer to family and work. She drove the streets of Alamo Heights, Monte Vista and elsewhere on her lunch hour looking for a place to remodel or tear down. Her yearlong search ended at a small lot off Broadway, occupied by what she terms a ruin.
The 1930s building had been a church parish hall. One owner tried, but failed, to turn it into a home. It was well-known to Alamo Heights officials because of numerous violations of city codes.
Trisha, researching Craftsman style in books and online, gave input to architectural designer Ron Geyer, who produced the design for the four-bedroom, 3,200-square-foot house with a three-car rear garage on a 55-by-150-foot lot. A typical Craftsman has the living room at the front, the dining room in the middle and the kitchen at the rear of the house.
Construction took six months, a speed Steve attributes to the simple nature of the Craftsman style. The couple moved in two years ago.Their intention was to be true to the 1930s style, achieved outside with tapered columns, a gable above a trio of dormer windows and a deep front porch.
Inside, hardwood floors are cherry, the same wood used on the stair rail and balusters. The rest of the wood trim, and there's lots of it, is painted. Built-in cabinets and shelves flank the fireplace. Arched openings allow easy transitions to the dining room and kitchen.
I was born in the month of February, so am, therefore an Aquarian. My friend Elise was born in March, so she is a Piscean – both are water signs. I wonder is that the reason we both have a predilection for swimming? Everywhere we travel we manage to find somewhere to have a bathe.A quality paper cutter or paper bestluggagetag can make your company's presentation stand out. Sometimes it will be a proper swim in the sea or a lake. Sometimes just a wallow in the shallows of an otherwise dangerous river. Sometimes an exciting plunge under a waterfall.
And a few times we have had bathes in thermal pools, both in Kamchatka in Russia’s far east and in Georgia in central Asia. It is the latter that became a most surprising event.Elise and I were back in Tblisi having visited the Caucasus in northern Georgia and trekked up the Sno Valley to the tiny and very poor mountain village of Juta. The scenery had been spectacular, but now we were back in town and doing a bit of rather gentler sightseeing.
Among other places of interest, it had been recommended that we should have a relaxing session in Tblisi’s famous thermal pool and indulge in a massage.The baths are beautiful from the outside, covered in turquoise and cream mosaic tiles – very Turkish looking with two elegant minarets either side of the arched entrance way.
Naturally enough, we didn’t speak Georgian, nor even Russian; nevertheless, we thought we had made ourselves understood when we ordered a bath and massage.A card with an embedded IC (Integrated Circuit) is called an realtimelocationsystem. We were given a large white sheet each and rubber flip-flops and shown into a long tiled changing-room, off which was the art deco tiled pool-room, all faintly smelling of sulphur.
We had the place to ourselves so undressed and launched ourselves into the pool which was just about large enough to swim a couple of strokes. It was quite deliciously warm and relaxing.Of all the equipment in the laundry the oilpaintingreproduction is one of the largest consumers of steam.After half an hour or so, we expected our masseur – or masseuse – to come and call us but nobody had arrived. We drew lots for who would have the first massage by throwing our flip-flops as far as possible. I won, or lost, depending on how you looked at it.
Eventually, wrapped in our sheets, we opened the door and waving to the reception desk, with rather strange gesticulations, mimed massage. Within a few minutes a small dark, rather fierce-looking lady in an operating gown arrived with us and beckoned me on to the marble slab. She whipped off my sheet, leaving me naked and nervous, then, to my utter amazement, as swiftly, dropped her gown to the floor and stood before me similarly unadorned – might it possibly have been a masseur?
When I uttered a yelp of anguish, she glanced angrily up, eye-balling me, and challenging any further cries for help. Every so often she knocked the dead derma off the scrubber on to the floor. I could see Elise behind my torturer doubled up with silent laughter.
I endured a defoliation of the right arm before being laid on my front and almost enjoyed a similar treatment to my back, bottom and backs of my legs, only tempered by the dread of having my front attended to in the same way.
However, she finished me off with just scraping the fronts of my legs. I must have lost pounds of skin as I saw it in nasty little grey piles, like dead leaves, on the tiled floor.
Needless to say, I was absolutely delighted when it came to Elise’s turn and I could laugh at her discomfort. When at last we had both been flayed almost to the bone,You will see indoorpositioningsystem , competitive price and first-class service. and our butcher had re-robed and left us along with our dead skin, we returned to the pool floating listlessly on our backs and laughing at what had befallen us.
Sometime later, not having had the relaxing massage as recommended, but spotlessly clean and somewhat lighter in weight, we sailed out of the baths, walking on air and feeling much refreshed from our experiences. It wasn’t until the following day that I noticed the bruising on the tops of my arms!
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The Craftsman was a departure for Steve, president of Burdick & Frank, a home builder known for grand Mediterranean, Old World and Spanish-style mansions. But he was following Trisha's lead on this project.“She's followed me for about the past 30 years from neighborhood to neighborhood while I built custom homes for us to live in, and she said, 'It's my turn,'” Steve said.
Tired of the daily commute from their home in Canyon Lake, Trisha wanted to be closer to family and work. She drove the streets of Alamo Heights, Monte Vista and elsewhere on her lunch hour looking for a place to remodel or tear down. Her yearlong search ended at a small lot off Broadway, occupied by what she terms a ruin.
The 1930s building had been a church parish hall. One owner tried, but failed, to turn it into a home. It was well-known to Alamo Heights officials because of numerous violations of city codes.
Trisha, researching Craftsman style in books and online, gave input to architectural designer Ron Geyer, who produced the design for the four-bedroom, 3,200-square-foot house with a three-car rear garage on a 55-by-150-foot lot. A typical Craftsman has the living room at the front, the dining room in the middle and the kitchen at the rear of the house.
Construction took six months, a speed Steve attributes to the simple nature of the Craftsman style. The couple moved in two years ago.Their intention was to be true to the 1930s style, achieved outside with tapered columns, a gable above a trio of dormer windows and a deep front porch.
Inside, hardwood floors are cherry, the same wood used on the stair rail and balusters. The rest of the wood trim, and there's lots of it, is painted. Built-in cabinets and shelves flank the fireplace. Arched openings allow easy transitions to the dining room and kitchen.
I was born in the month of February, so am, therefore an Aquarian. My friend Elise was born in March, so she is a Piscean – both are water signs. I wonder is that the reason we both have a predilection for swimming? Everywhere we travel we manage to find somewhere to have a bathe.A quality paper cutter or paper bestluggagetag can make your company's presentation stand out. Sometimes it will be a proper swim in the sea or a lake. Sometimes just a wallow in the shallows of an otherwise dangerous river. Sometimes an exciting plunge under a waterfall.
And a few times we have had bathes in thermal pools, both in Kamchatka in Russia’s far east and in Georgia in central Asia. It is the latter that became a most surprising event.Elise and I were back in Tblisi having visited the Caucasus in northern Georgia and trekked up the Sno Valley to the tiny and very poor mountain village of Juta. The scenery had been spectacular, but now we were back in town and doing a bit of rather gentler sightseeing.
Among other places of interest, it had been recommended that we should have a relaxing session in Tblisi’s famous thermal pool and indulge in a massage.The baths are beautiful from the outside, covered in turquoise and cream mosaic tiles – very Turkish looking with two elegant minarets either side of the arched entrance way.
Naturally enough, we didn’t speak Georgian, nor even Russian; nevertheless, we thought we had made ourselves understood when we ordered a bath and massage.A card with an embedded IC (Integrated Circuit) is called an realtimelocationsystem. We were given a large white sheet each and rubber flip-flops and shown into a long tiled changing-room, off which was the art deco tiled pool-room, all faintly smelling of sulphur.
We had the place to ourselves so undressed and launched ourselves into the pool which was just about large enough to swim a couple of strokes. It was quite deliciously warm and relaxing.Of all the equipment in the laundry the oilpaintingreproduction is one of the largest consumers of steam.After half an hour or so, we expected our masseur – or masseuse – to come and call us but nobody had arrived. We drew lots for who would have the first massage by throwing our flip-flops as far as possible. I won, or lost, depending on how you looked at it.
Eventually, wrapped in our sheets, we opened the door and waving to the reception desk, with rather strange gesticulations, mimed massage. Within a few minutes a small dark, rather fierce-looking lady in an operating gown arrived with us and beckoned me on to the marble slab. She whipped off my sheet, leaving me naked and nervous, then, to my utter amazement, as swiftly, dropped her gown to the floor and stood before me similarly unadorned – might it possibly have been a masseur?
When I uttered a yelp of anguish, she glanced angrily up, eye-balling me, and challenging any further cries for help. Every so often she knocked the dead derma off the scrubber on to the floor. I could see Elise behind my torturer doubled up with silent laughter.
I endured a defoliation of the right arm before being laid on my front and almost enjoyed a similar treatment to my back, bottom and backs of my legs, only tempered by the dread of having my front attended to in the same way.
However, she finished me off with just scraping the fronts of my legs. I must have lost pounds of skin as I saw it in nasty little grey piles, like dead leaves, on the tiled floor.
Needless to say, I was absolutely delighted when it came to Elise’s turn and I could laugh at her discomfort. When at last we had both been flayed almost to the bone,You will see indoorpositioningsystem , competitive price and first-class service. and our butcher had re-robed and left us along with our dead skin, we returned to the pool floating listlessly on our backs and laughing at what had befallen us.
Sometime later, not having had the relaxing massage as recommended, but spotlessly clean and somewhat lighter in weight, we sailed out of the baths, walking on air and feeling much refreshed from our experiences. It wasn’t until the following day that I noticed the bruising on the tops of my arms!
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