Strange Days

Today we finally stopped smelling the random rotting critter in our wall. Thank heaven.
Also, this weekend I managed to get myself locked in the attic - I suppose that's a comes-with-the-territory of exploring old houses. What happened was that I went upstairs to get some pictures and things from the attic for my father. I easily found everything, and then turned to come downstairs when I realized the door had shut. Weird, because the doorway is swollen from humidity and rather difficult to open, or close; and I had heard nothing of it closing. I tried to turn the knob - it was definitely locked. So I went back up to the attic. I opened one of the small windows to try to get someone's attention. I grabbed a disintegrating trash bag and dangled it out the window.
At this time, my husband was busy trimming the bushes in front. My dad was on the lawnmower, and my stepmom was cleaning inside their house. I saw my best chance of escape as Dad came near the farmhouse on the tractor. I yelled and waved my plastic flag, and Dad heard me. He turned to look up, waved, smiled, and... kept on going. I was getting used to the idea that I'd be up there for a while. I heard the weedwhacker stop going, and I thought my husband may have gone back inside for a drink or something, so I started banging on the door. Then I realized, with the air conditioner running in the bedroom, and in the living room, he wouldn't be able to hear me.
So I sat back against the stone chimney. Something nesting in the chimney hissed and tweeted at me, very fierce-like, but I tweeted back and it calmed down. Wonder what I said to it...
Then, I saw my husband walk around to the side of the house with my flag on it. I yelled for him, and luckily he heard me. He came back inside, and opened the door for me. He had to push really hard to get it to move, though.
While up there, I had some time to look around and relax. I looked at one of the photos of the house from yesteryear (I don't know which yesteryear). It was a shot of the front of the house from the road. It looked like someone had taken a picture of a picture. It was very faded, and as I looked at it, I realized something was different. I couldn't tell if the back part had been built yet... but I did notice the front portico was not only a different style, but in a completely different spot. Hmm. No one's mentioned this little tidbit before. I'll have to as Dad about it.