I wasn’t there to welcome and supervise the crew for the first half of the day, because I had an important job to do!
On the way in from that important job, I got a call from Bayou Fabio asking a question I did not want to hear,
“Hey, why’s the cypress house leaning? It looks like it’s leaning to me.” He was not joking.
As I docked the boat, the house did appear to be leaning toward the back of the property. It was, I think, an optical illusion. But Bayou Fabio still swears the house is leaning. He’ll probably bug me about it until one of us passes on to the bayou in the sky.
This is my first view from the truck. See how the ground slopes? Does it look like it’s leaning to you? If so, call Fabio and y’all talk about it because I can’t bare the thought!
Today, the holes were augered and the pilings were dropped down . . .
into the holes, and rebar was set through them. The white pipe is water supply.
Around back, the holes had been augered in the pre-existing slab to hold the row of pilings that will be the back porch. Yippee!!! Camp Dularge will have a back porch!
You can see the Bobcat working underneath, augering more holes.
And you talk about a mess? Man, what a mess. I didn’t stay long because the beautiful yard is ruined. There was gumbo mud everywhere, and grass scraped up, and the best of all was the front yard . . .
and this pile of cement block debris lying right next to my ailing azalea bush. Oh my. How will I ever make this yard look presentable again?
Then I caught these workers taking 10!
This is how things looked at the end of the day from the back. All the pilings were in their holes, they were bolted to the house to hold them upright awaiting cement, and the new pilings were placed in the old slab.
As the sun set on Camp Dularge at the end of Day 2, things were looking a little better. The workers tried to clean up the chaos before they left.
Does she look like she’s leaning?
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