I was preparing my oatmeal this morning when I heard a noise outside that sounded like a heavy truck. I thought it was the well service since he is due to put in the water filtration system today. I stepped out on the porch and saw the excavator and our contractor. I informed Rand “there is an excavator in the yard.” They will not actually start clearing until tomorrow morning, unless he decides to come back and start today, which he said he might.
After the spot is excavated, concreted, he will concrete the little strip between the new pad and the current driveway, and of course, there will be a retaining wall there and at the front of the pad.
In other winter games, I was finishing kitchen clean up last night when suddenly I heard the sound of water under the sink. The dishwasher was emptying and water was going everywhere. It seems that the drain had come unattached. How does that even happen? Rand was able to get it back on and tightened and we cleaned up the water and left the doors open with it empty so it could get fully dried out. I finished the clean up, checked under the sink, and uh-oh…water dripping. [Sigh] Just a little bit, but cannot tell where from. I put a plastic bucket under with paper towels in it for now. I have to stop saying “It’s always something on Taylor hill.”
J finished painting the upstairs last night and now only has the two accent walls (one in bathroom and one in sleeping alcove). It is looking great! I will do an update (if the press is allowed access) once those last two walls are done. Then they will install the heating/cooling units and he can begin to lay flooring.
The sun is shining, it is going to reach 61 today, and I have a cart full of rocks to relocate so I can pull out the bricks and creek rocks (not as spiffy as the Mexican beach rocks) but still, I have landscaping to do in the back yard now. A day of physical labor in sunshine might be just what the Winter Games coach ordered.
I’m riding with the Mughal Horsemen from Rakkasan Tea this morning. It is the kind of hearty “working class” tea one needs for hard labor and getting the job done. It is full-bodied and grown organically without chemicals, so it is also good for prissy city girls and refined ladies of a certain age who know what’s good and like a little adventure in their lives. Women who go puddle tapping, take the tube and attend a play the first day in London, wrangle deer when they get stuck in a fence, shovel snow so a dog can get to the outdoor privy, drive all over for dog shows and New Deal buildings, camp in freezing snow, photograph moons and critters in the wilds, forge progressive paths on the coast, and block-walk and serve as election judges come to mind. Let’s get to work!