Okay, so my literary wit ain't worth a whit tonight. It's not right for a man of my immature-mature years to be so whipped.
Anyway, I couldn't get rid of the Taplin Trio today. In fact, they'll be back tomorrow and, maybe, Monday. Happily the backfill is complete. The perimeter of the basement now hugs the grade level and I'm thrilled to see that the house will look like it's sitting in the land, not like a flood-plain home jacked way out of the terrain. The Hydro line is trenched in and, while I was away first thing this morning getting four wonky rim joists replacements, they ripped out another four trees to create a somewhat less long and winding road that leads to our eventual door. It also happens to accommodate the width of various essential service trucks, like the septic pumper.
Tomorrow, Taplin Earthworks will lay the geo-fabric along our driveway and build the bed on top of that. Then, of course, the clouds will descend again and give us gobs of rain for the weekend and into next week. I hear the responsive Gov't of MB will be resurrecting and modifying the old license slogan: One-Week Sunny Manitoba.
Tired. Must do some research for a Foundation of which I'm a board member; hit Canadian Tire to pick a few electrical bits; see my brother who flew in from China today.
More to follow.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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