80 degrees. Dry. NO BUGS. The grass in the field shimmers in waves with the breeze. 40's at night. Organic espresso at the grocery store and 'Terminator' at the movie theater where the owner converted the balcony of the old movie house into his apartment and shows the movies on the big screen below from his living room.
You'll find this post sort of 'messy all over the place' like the inside of my head these days. Being drenched in nature without electricity or running water while trying to incorporate and maintain outside connections is complicated and challenging.....but mostly really fun. Today I found out where they keep the phone books around here (at the phone company office...big surprise) and picked one up. Haircuts. Shoes. Fabric. Everything is right here if you have a phonebook. I feel like a kid doing one of those Highlights Magazine hidden pictures pages.
Just so you know, we have managed to get a few things done.
Windows. I faxed the signed window order and contract to the window store from the "Robinson Construction and Excavating" office using the fax number on the cover page that ended up being the fax number of the local library leftover from when it was faxed to me. I paid Robinson Construction and Excavating people the 5 dollars it cost to fax it to the library, another 5 dollars to fax it to the right place and now I'm headed over to the library to pay them for a fax of a window order that more than likely has the librarian really confused.
Digging. We figured we'd have some leverage in this catagory since nearly everyone has an excavator in their yard and we needed a septic system, foundation, backfilling and long driveway. We did get a few calls back but any leverage we may have had coming was offset by the description of the driveway as two tracks leaving grass in the middle.
Concrete. "Can you call me back, I'm at the casino?" hollered our 'hot' foundation guy lead before his phone went dead. Guess we wouldn't have wanted to give him any money up front. I don't know why we thought that getting subs would be such a snap. The stacks of quotes we'd imagined sorting through became finding someone who was willing to do the job. We did finally convince a concrete guy (not the one from the casino) to do our board formed foundation. He showed up yesterday while the hole was being dug and did something with a long ruler and shovel which makes me think he's serious. He's also cute but I may just think that because he's young and said he would do it.
Choosing to dig the foundation at our own risk without a permit,...we figured set-backs wouldn't be an issue in the middle of 54 acres.... the crew was digging and measuring when Vince and I left for Colville to pick up lumber to finish the shed. (the closest 2 x 6's are 50 mountain miles away) Taking advantage of being in a 'city', Vince ordered a 'veggie wrap' at the natural foods store next to the lumber yard. "Do you want chicken on that?" the cashier/cook with the Carhartt cap asked.
TaDa...we came home to a great big beautiful hole in the ground and I slept very well last night until Max realized there was a moose trying to get into the tent.
Wait until you see our impractical Dwell-worthy shed.
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