Summerford:
These pictures show what the house looks like in the light of day. You can see from one side to the other underneath it. If you look closely in the right picture, you'll see the furnace lying on the ground. We will put a tarp over it soon to prevent damage in case of rain.
There was no work going on today, Tuesday. We were still waiting to find out when the digger fellow would be available to do the work. It was a good opportunity for us to clean up a little around the site. John went under the house (no way I was doing that) and pulled out the old wooden shores that had been knocked out from under the beams the previous day. They will make great firewood. Very old. Very dry. Very heavy. Ooof.
So John tossed them out - okay maybe not tossed - I managed to heft them across the yard, up some rocks and over to the side of the shed where I made a pile of them. Didn't know I was so strong.
There were lots of bricks that needed to be moved to safety. I want to keep them to make something interesting in a garden one of these days. I had wanted to keep the kitchen chimney bricks so John tossed them out from near the house and I carried them to a far corner of the garden where they should be safe. People have said that they are very valuable since this kind of brick cannot be purchased anymore. I finally realized that we had way too many for me to use in the garden unless I was building a brick shit-house, so we donated the majority of them to Dr John, a retired doctor in aVirgin Arm who, though legally blind, managed to arrange them beautifully around the back beds of his place.
We also took down the fence so that the digger can get his machine close to the house without damaging our nice fence paint job of last year. Those rails and posts had to be hefted across the yard too. I made a pile of them next to the blackcurrant bush near where we've stored the old back bridge which we are going to try to save. It was built by the previous owner of the house, a Mr. Dyke, who we are told is closely following developments with the house via phone calls to his daughter in Hillgrade.
John went into the house to get a few things that we needed. I have no intention of going in there while it's up in the air like that. He says it's very weird in there now. Like it has lost all of its character. I think I know what he must mean. It does build character to keep one's balance in a sloping kitchen where one quick turn can make you dizzy. Hah.
Since we could do no more at the house for the day, we decided to go to Gander and pick up things that we have not been able to get on NWI. I had a long list and we were determined to fill it without darkening the doors of Walmart.
It's an hour to Gander on some teeth-rattling roads. We discovered the health food store had disappeared but were relieved to find it relocated at the Gander mall. Two hours later, we had everything but a few items and were on our way back to Summerford where we are staying for now.
Last night as we were driving back from Jo and Simon's, John's cell phone rang. Since it is against the law to talk on the phone while driving, it was a scramble to pull the phone from John's pocket and the car over to the shoulder at the same time. It was the fellow from Lewisporte returning our call earlier in the evening. He had contacted Coates the lifter (glad his name is not Shirts - sorry obtuse attempt at a joke) and work will be resuming on Wednesday. Yay.
And so it goes.
These pictures show what the house looks like in the light of day. You can see from one side to the other underneath it. If you look closely in the right picture, you'll see the furnace lying on the ground. We will put a tarp over it soon to prevent damage in case of rain.
There was no work going on today, Tuesday. We were still waiting to find out when the digger fellow would be available to do the work. It was a good opportunity for us to clean up a little around the site. John went under the house (no way I was doing that) and pulled out the old wooden shores that had been knocked out from under the beams the previous day. They will make great firewood. Very old. Very dry. Very heavy. Ooof.
So John tossed them out - okay maybe not tossed - I managed to heft them across the yard, up some rocks and over to the side of the shed where I made a pile of them. Didn't know I was so strong.
There were lots of bricks that needed to be moved to safety. I want to keep them to make something interesting in a garden one of these days. I had wanted to keep the kitchen chimney bricks so John tossed them out from near the house and I carried them to a far corner of the garden where they should be safe. People have said that they are very valuable since this kind of brick cannot be purchased anymore. I finally realized that we had way too many for me to use in the garden unless I was building a brick shit-house, so we donated the majority of them to Dr John, a retired doctor in aVirgin Arm who, though legally blind, managed to arrange them beautifully around the back beds of his place.
We also took down the fence so that the digger can get his machine close to the house without damaging our nice fence paint job of last year. Those rails and posts had to be hefted across the yard too. I made a pile of them next to the blackcurrant bush near where we've stored the old back bridge which we are going to try to save. It was built by the previous owner of the house, a Mr. Dyke, who we are told is closely following developments with the house via phone calls to his daughter in Hillgrade.
John went into the house to get a few things that we needed. I have no intention of going in there while it's up in the air like that. He says it's very weird in there now. Like it has lost all of its character. I think I know what he must mean. It does build character to keep one's balance in a sloping kitchen where one quick turn can make you dizzy. Hah.
Since we could do no more at the house for the day, we decided to go to Gander and pick up things that we have not been able to get on NWI. I had a long list and we were determined to fill it without darkening the doors of Walmart.
It's an hour to Gander on some teeth-rattling roads. We discovered the health food store had disappeared but were relieved to find it relocated at the Gander mall. Two hours later, we had everything but a few items and were on our way back to Summerford where we are staying for now.
Last night as we were driving back from Jo and Simon's, John's cell phone rang. Since it is against the law to talk on the phone while driving, it was a scramble to pull the phone from John's pocket and the car over to the shoulder at the same time. It was the fellow from Lewisporte returning our call earlier in the evening. He had contacted Coates the lifter (glad his name is not Shirts - sorry obtuse attempt at a joke) and work will be resuming on Wednesday. Yay.
And so it goes.
2 comments:
i now see what you mean by needing a ladder.
Indeed. Although truth be known, I wouldn't use it. Can't see myself going into the house until it's safe and sound on a foundation. Certainly wouldn't be holding any kitchen parties in it.
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