Day 1: The Beginning.

It's 7AM.  Tuesday.  The weather forecast says 26 degrees (in MARCH!) and there's not a cloud in the sky.  Let's go dig a hole!


So away I go, with my hard hat and rubber boots, to build a house.  More accurately, today we dug, and dug, and stood around, and then dug.  First we had to dig out the water and sewer lines, which are apparently very important for housing.  After getting deep enough to uncover the lines, we installed the pipes for the semi and ensured they were secure and graded properly.

Pictured above: not me.  The Leclerc Brothers are deciding where to hide the body.

The sewer lines have to run at an angle enough so that... solids... won't stall in the middle.  To make sure they're kosher, we play the worst game of skeeball you can imagine, passing a ball through the tubes to make sure it can get all the way through on its own.  45 minutes later (and a lot of gravel) and we're ready to go.

It's the only carnival game that no one wants the high score for.

After lunch is building forms.  If you don't know what that means, it should really be called "lug giant 2x10's all over the place and then nail them together".  If at any point during this process we were to have a Three Stooges skit break out, it would be at this moment of large cumbersome boards traversing what I have begun to call "the pit".

Larry, Curly, and Moe at their day job.

So now we have a hole.  A few curtains, a coat of paint, and I bet it'll feel just like home.


Later days,


Alex and Linzi