10/29/2026
My dad, Mike Chisholm, stopped by The Trish tonight while I was covered in dirt and sweat, wearing my cap and dust mask. I’m sure I looked about as good as I felt. 🤣
We walked around the yard, and I started telling him about another project I wanted to tackle. I was explaining how hard and time-consuming it was going to be when he said, “If it were easy, anyone would do it.”
But he wasn’t just talking about that one project. He was making a connection to this entire endeavor of buying, restoring, and opening The Trieschmann House.
That really made me feel better. I'm doing something most people can't or won't, and it reassured me that it's okay to be tired and aching. Owning an old historic house is NOT for the faint of heart! 😂
Then Dad reminded me that one day, I’ll get to choose projects because I want to do them, not because they need to be done. 💕
Sometimes I feel like I fall short (I mean hello, the Avenue House STILL has a whole tree laying in the front yard), but I'm still moving. I haven't given up. And with time it will come together.