The end of the foundation work that is. No one (but God) knows how much longer this earth will continue to plug along. It was July 16th of this past summer that the ‘skirting’ on our house was stripped off. We knew it was bad, but that day showed us just how bad it all was. I won’t beat the decaying wood log foundation to death by repeating just how unstable this house was. I will sing the praises of Lance and our neighbor, Merle, for their amazing efforts.
Need I remind you that we bought the house sight unseen without an inspection. Real Estate Stupidity 101 at it’s finest. The ‘professional’ estimate to fix the foundation was right around $30k, ouch. Sure we spent time and money on the project (like how I use ‘we’ when I had very little to do with the project). Lance has learned a whole lot in the last 2 months about laying a foundation. Something he already knew was that new construction is SO much easier than fixing others’ mistakes.
Our closest neighbor, Jeff, (who thankfully only visits once a year) said he wanted to buy this place, but there was no way he’d touch it without a foundation in place. His friend, Steve, said many people wanted to buy this place, IF it had a foundation. Steve told me that no one was man enough to put in a foundation, until now. Somehow that compliment didn’t seem to flatter Lance. He still kicks himself for not getting the place inspected. Our Realtor friend in WY loves to throw darts at the Realtor who sold us this place (I secretly love her for that).
Flattery, finger-pointing and stupidity aside, the foundation work is finally coming to an end. We spent our summer, digging, hauling dirt, pouring concrete, hauling blocks…. thankful for the help and tools of neighbors. Even more thankful that, by the grace of God, the cabin didn’t fall to the ground during a rigourous washing machine session.
Merle laid the last row of blocks today. Still much to do with back-filling, insulating, painting, concrete pads at the entrances. The hard part is behind us. Lance can add foundation work to his lengthy list of talents. Shame on me for wishing his next big project was to construct our dream home (an earth bermed, south-facing little house with a couple of acres and a creek). He’s already starting on another project while waiting for the block to set, laying railroad ties along the edge of the barn awning he built last July.
I am thankful to be married to such a handy-dandy, (smart, sweet & sexy) man.