Tomorrow morning is the big day. The excavator begins work. I'm not sure how long that will take but once that is done, the contractor will begin work on the basement. After years of having it as a long range plan (try getting a concrete guy to call you back. They just don't), we found a guy who was willing to do the work, and to do it in pretty short order. Amazingly, we found an excavator who was willing to come out and do the required work in that time frame as well.
That is pretty miraculous, like the stars aligning. So. We're building a house that we were not ready to build, but we'd be stupid to not build, what with the alignment of the stars and all, because finding a concrete contractor who's not booked for years and an excavator contractor who happened to have a free month, well. that's something that might not happen again in our lifetime.
We've been stockpiling for this house right along. When Tim sees windows on clearance at Lowe's, he buys them and stores them in the old house on the property, the one that I refuse to live in because it has snakes and other critters (once there was a ground hog in the attic). We have a little wood stove, a parlor stove. I've got my butcher block, that huge monstrous thing taken from a commercial kitchen. We're building a kitchen around that piece. (Well. That and a Heartland stove). We have a cast iron bathtub for the bathroom, a real beaut, a Kohler in perfect shape. Some guy ripped it out of his house and just wanted it gone. We got it for $100. We've got a high back bathroom sink we took from a renovation. I even have the chairs and lounger for the front porch. Tonight Tim found a fiberglass front door, still in its box for sale on line. The guy bought it 4 years ago, and never installed it. We got a very expensive door for $175.
It's how we roll.
It's hard not to be excited. We went walking tonight. Usually we're dreaming our dreams, but tonight we were planning our plans. That's a very different thing.
I made chicken last night for chicken alfredo. I set a decent portion aside for tonight's supper. I knew that I was going to be doing some running today for Tim. 120 miles later, I got home five minutes before William got out of school. I was throwing a quick supper together, the chicken cooked in chicken broth with mushrooms and peas and onions added and thickened. It really did make a good gravy, and it went over potatoes quite nicely. William doesn't like peas, and he is really quite clever about it, taking a mouthful of food, but somehow, when he takes his spoon out of his mouth, there are always those peas on his spoon. He daintily sets them off to the side.
There was not much left gravy left and Mangey was begging outside, so I took a bowl of chicken gravy out to him. Later, I went outside and laughed to see the empty bowl was licked clean. The peas were licked clean and daintily set to the side.
12 year old boys and feral cats: Not all that different.
Tim and I walked tonight, admiring the flowers, and talking about the new house. It felt nice.