Apparently, if I don’t explicitly write it out here, no one bothers to go hunting for it themselves. Mom gave me the (metaphorical) gears last night because while I had posted a couple updated pics in the gallery (including this one taken yesterday of someone digging a big hole on our lot) I really just ran out of time and didn’t have an opportunity to wax poetic about it here. I’ll try harder in the future, to avoid any possible confusion.
While building a house (and thoughts thereof) consume most of my free energy, this blog has become (at least for the moments while the initial construction begins) the house-blog. Of course, you could just bookmark the house category page and avoid all that distracting filler that may pop up between house entries over the next few months.
My three visits to the lot (or as I should now call it, “site”) over a twenty-four hour period include:
a) Alice discovers the Rabbit Hole wherein after a scrumptious dinner with our grandmother, we adventured down in the dark of late evening and spied not only a pile of dirt, but the significant startings of a house-shaped hole.
b) Neo stick his finger in the mirror goo wherein I drop Karin at work on my day off, and coffee in hand, check out the backhoe in operation shortly before nine in the morning. Photos are taken.
c) Curiosity leaves the boring old real world behind wherein Karin and I stop by the site after I pick her up from her office and discover an entire crew of folks and machinery pouring cement and starting the footings of our new house. No photos. Yet. It might have been rude.
It’s coming along. The adventure has really begun. For us. Whatever. If you are really impatient, and looking for more house-fun you could check out bnlhouse.ca where Brett and Lenore chronicled their construction — or you could visit it had Brett not switched his server off at the moment. That’s too bad.
Okay. Now I’m just giddy. I’ll stop now.