Far From the Madding Crowd

When your neighbors are dead people, you have to wonder. We make jokes about how they are quiet and don't have wild parties. Most of you do know that there is a 1/2 acre cemetery on the north east corner of our land? Somehow it doesn't bother us. I donno, the place seems almost happy: whirl-li-gigs on some of the graves, fresh plastic flowers. What's not to like?
Last week saw some progress: walls went up and the driveway from hell (and then purgatory) became less so.

Basement got framed first.

The "family room" is on the left and two bedrooms are on the right. They will be for visitors, kids who can't get jobs, guests who drink too much....believe me you do not want to drive at night on Otterville Rd. It seems like every time I open up the newspaper, someone has gotten into an accident. Lots of motorcyclists use the local roads in the fall. Tom will have to be careful when he opens his baguette and Calvados stand.

Tom and Joe (the builder) checking out stud work.

Most of the wood for framing is fir. Joe said pine is very hard to come by. Wonder if the pine borers have done damage to the forests?

Outstanding in her field.

We took a look at our weed crop in the upper acreage. Yikes! They are taller than me. Asked our neighbor if he could cut them down with his tractor.

We are going to check things out tomorrow. Let's hope they have started framing the first floor. We are getting tired of this teensy tiny apartment. It's been made worse by the fact that whenever a piece of furniture that we will need at the new place goes on sale, we have been buying it.

Coyote food.

This is why we keep telling well meaning family and friends that we must have BIG dogs. We have seen at least two kills on our land (one a small dog with tags) and a bobcat recently crossed in front of our car on Otterville Rd. Plus the buffalo gnats will probably kill small dogs too.

So visit us at your own risk.....bwah hah hah! (Supposed to be an evil laugh)