First Reader and I drove up to the property yesterday afternoon to see how the house was coming along. Mr. Contractor was busy backfilling the west side of the basement. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunMr. Contractor backfilling dirt. It was a pleasant surprise to find him working on a frigid Saturday, moving dirt from one of … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 118
Mr. Contractor continues to move forward. Since it’s mostly just him doing the work, progress is moving slowly but steadily. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunLooking in through the basement window. While the slab is yet to be poured, the downstairs plumbing stubs are in place, and the site awaits inspection ahead of the next step. (C) … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 117
Jabe grabbed Karl out of the crater that was left by Skrie’s spell and took off into the woods, carrying his son from the scene. “I certainly appreciate your interference in the men’s assault on us,” the old man began. “What,” Skrie whipped around to face their erstwhile employer, “in the name of all the … Continue reading Half-Truths and Job Offers
Mr. Contractor has been making steady progress on our construction. He has been moving dirt from areas that will someday contain a garage but will be parking and “toy” storage until that happens. For now, though, it’s our dirt source. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunOur dirt source. Peeking in the downstairs window opening, we could see … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 116
First Reader and I drove up to check the progress on the house yesterday. Our contractor buried the drainage on the north and east sides of the basement and was moving dirt when we arrived. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunMr. Contactor moving dirt. Two loads of squeegee were delivered Saturday morning, which was good, even though … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 115
Securing the ring in the pewter box, the companions sat down to discuss what to do next. “I wish there was a college of magic here,” said Theren. “There’s a temple,” suggested Skrie. “Maybe one of the priestesses there can help us.” “I guess it’s better than nothing,” replied the elf, “let’s take it there.” … Continue reading The Damned Priestess
The “squeegee” delivery turned into a bust on Thursday. The company I talked to could sell us the material but would not authorize their trucks to drive it up our mountain. Their excuse was that the road was not well maintained enough to put wear and tear on their equipment. I kept my comments to … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 114
“I wish ye wouldn’t do that,” said Malusk when Skrie sat at the table with the fighter and the mage at the First Place Inn. “Aww, did you miss me, Big Guy?” asked the halfling, grinning at her half-orc friend, reaching for a piece of bacon from the thresher in front of him. “Ye know … Continue reading Afterthoughts
Step by step, our new home is taking shape. Our contractor has added dirt to the base of the yet-to-be basement ahead of the slab pour. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunCleaning and leveling the base layer. But, before the foundation can be poured, drainage will need to be added around the outside of the newly cured … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 112
It has been 732 days (two years and two days) since we lost our home to wildfire. I had a vivid dream in the early morning of October 18, 2020. I dreamt I was walking through our house, and flames consumed everything. I felt no heat nor heard the roar of the flames, but I … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 111
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