We ended a rainy week with a bang. Greg blew a fuse and his air pressure tank. Grace slipped off the bluff. And a wall of firewood I stacked fell over on me. None of us are worse for the wear. Greg got a new tank and rescued a confused Grace from about two feet over the bluff and my pride was bruised more than my body.
All non-special order windows and the back door are in. Despite the rain that spit and spattered on and off for most of the week, roof lines on the two sides have trusses and plywood. We wrestled tarps and swept water to keep it from soaking into the subflooring and were more or less successful.
There was a shed on the back of the property when we bought it. We have used it to store tools and misc garage stuff. We moved all that under the house because we have to take the shed down before the electric company comes to lay underground wiring.
An eagle has begun swooping by every evening to view the progress. When he landed on the bluff, I got close enough to take a portrait. Most days he perches in the top of a spruce tree to watch these silly humans pounding together a home.
This week’s pictures start here…
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