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08/21/2006
This morning, a knock on our door.
It is our excavator. He didn't look like he had the best of news. In his
classic New Englandesque style of understatement, he informed me that there was
some problem with the house site due to tricky elevations. Actually, before he
said any of this, he just asked if I could come down to the site. Of course I
could, but why? Then he got into elevations, and foundation heights and such.
Needless to say I sped down there, and after a lot of moving of stakes, phone
calls to Anne and shooting of lasers (not in a 'Hey look at me I am Han
Solo,' type of way but more like a 'Hey, where the hell are we going to put
this house' type of way, which is not nearly as exciting), the house site
moved abut twenty-four feet back from where we originally planned to build it.
It all happened so fast, but so easily. I always pictured that when one builds
a house, the decision as to where the house is actually going to sit would be a
major one, accompanied by a fanfare of trumpets and a silver shovel. Instead,
it was just me, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and two guys with big
yellow machines, and my wife on the phone trying to accept my poor
explanations of what was going on.That is how it really is, I guess.
I returned home, blew a lusty
fanfare on my Honer kazoo, and had a cup of tea.
3/14/2012
Yeah, it was a weird way to start things off. But sort of typical for how the whole build went. There were a lot of small things that seemed huge at the time but in the end, didn't matter much at all. Moving our house further north actually worked very much in our favor, allowing us much more solar gain than we would have had in the original position.
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