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The Rambling Writer’s Quest for Home, part 14: A Lot of Dirt

More dirt gets dished, literally, as excavations and installations continue at the new seaside home for Thor and me.

NOTE: People have been asking to follow our progress as Thor and I pursue our quest for our dream home with sunsets over the Salish Sea. So starting with my post of 5/21/22, we set out.

Not the most glamorous part of building a new house, but crucial: Meshak and his crew have been moving a lot of dirt again. Above, the septic mound near the road at the east end of the long lot, which sadly the previous lease holder clear cut. We have a big blank canvas to plant once final grading, contouring, and smoothing happens. Meanwhile, more digging has ensued, including ditches for power and water connections. Below, digging a trench for power connection:

Ditches from the road to the house for power (gray) and water (white):

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7 thoughts on “The Rambling Writer’s Quest for Home, part 14: A Lot of Dirt”

  1. Sara and Thor perform feats galore,
    But none so bold and mighty.
    As that day in the lee of the Salish Sea,
    They planted the Arbor vitae.
    Poor Thor felt rough, but Sara was tough,
    and she said “Pick up that pail”!
    “You’ve whined enough, so I’ll be gruff,
    Today we will not fail!”
    So we soldiered on, till we planted that lawn,
    And Thor collapsed in a heap.
    Sara said “You look half-dead,
    But I guess you’ve earned your keep!”

    My apologies to Robert Service and real poets everywhere.

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