In which Thor and I return from vacation to piles of lumber for framing our new home, plus a huge dirt pile with an excavator on top.
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.
The day after our two-day journey home from SE Yucatan — a wonderful getaway at our honeymoon paradise, with snorkeling every day right off our nearly-deserted beach — Thor and I and Bear dog couldn’t wait to drive to our building site to see what progress had been made in our absence. Piles of lumber awaited the start of framing the house, while a huge mound of dirt with an excavator on top posed a mystery.
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4 thoughts on “The Rambling Writer’s Quest for Home, part 8: Framing Begins!”
Awesome to see progress after the long permit delay. Now if they would just work on weekends, and maybe a little at night….
Yes, and Meshak really appreciated your offer to bring a lawn chair and supervise the construction crew, offering helpful tips….
How exciting! I can’t get over what a gorgeous setting for a house!
Thanks, Sherwood! I hope that someday you might visit. It really is such a serene setting, and Thor and I envision ourselves rocking slowly into the twilight years on our deck.