Coming together

Folks, the house is coming together. It's really amazing to see the different parts of a house as it is being built, the different systems that are made live at different times. The house is not a unified whole, but it's a bunch of different parts that interact with each other. More like Unix than like Windows.

Anyway, these are from July 15 through 19, 2008.

The drywall has been mudded.


Here's the hall bath. It almost looks like it's been hit by amateur graffiti artists who only use white.


The kitchen ceiling got hit by the geometric guys:


and then by the squeegee guys!


This is soft, rounded texturing on the ceiling. It's not the hard, sharp, pointy, balloon-popping texturing. That was intentional. We want to live in a balloon-inclusive house.

They even did the ceiling of the basement stairs.


But not safely:


Not at all safely.


We now have power at the place (after all the intensive power-tool stuff was powered from generators)


That makes me wonder why there's an ice chopper present. In July. Indoors.


Probably not an ice chopper, but I don't know what it is. That's just my northern up-bringing showing through.

Do we have slugs crawling around in the master bedroom?


Nope. We have electricity, so we have a shop-vac.


We're going to have to be careful shutting doors. We didn't work out the line-of-sight too well on this one. The picture is from outside the house in the carport, looking through the laundry room, into the "throne room" of the master bath.


This is where they ran out of matte black spray paint while finishing the air vents.


And the storage side of the basement. Clear evidence of electricity in the house!


Bettie got caught by the paparazzi


We are having hardwood floors finished on-site. Here's the delivery of the raw materials.


Because of the weight, they wanted the boards stored over the center support beam of the house.


We will be able to get by without socks and shoes . . .


They installed a septic tank just outside the carport. I think they want it to stay buried.


Some flora and fauna.






(evidence of raccoons, if not the critters themselves)


The creek is drying up.


But the place looks like a vision at 8AM. I really like this photo. The end of the road, the end of the trip, the promised land. Thanks, Bettie.