Last Sunday I played “catch up” at home cleaning house and doing laundry after being ill for a week and nursing sick boys. Dotter took the boys shopping for last-minute items for their trip to Disney. Then we packed their bags in advance! Monday found me dealing with the concrete fiasco and possible solutions and…
I’ve been sick for one week. I have too much to do to be sick. My energy has been zapped by some huge suction bigger than my life. Every time I go up to the camp to get something done, my body zones in on the couch, and next thing I know, I’m snoring. Same…
THE PHONE CALL: Me: “Hello? Danno (21 year old single son!): “What are you doing right now?” Me: “I’m just talking to a house-raiser man, why?” Danno: “Because I want to come down and hang out with you and the boys before I go back on the boat tomorrow. Do you need anything from town?”…
After taking a good hard look at the slab, and calling an expert to confirm, there is no way it can stay the way it is. It is just not acceptable. We’ll have to pick this saga up later, and for now, the previous post has been removed. I am going to try to move…
This is the first of 4 trucks and about 20 cubic yards that were poured under the house. Mr. S directs the chute, as the driver sends concrete down the chute. As soon as it’s on the ground, Mr. S and his helper use rakes to pull it across the ground to the far side…
This is the site that greeted me when I drove up to the concrete plant today to pay my bill for the concrete tomorrow. Piles of sand, pea gravel, and limestone. Then along came this big front end loader and . . . dumped a load of limstone in the hopper . . . and…