I’ve Been FRAMED!

The framing for the new house began this week. This is the most fun part so far because I can see it really take shape. There’s a new crew working now and some of them are quite familiar to me. I mentioned that Michael (the guy who made the piers and retaining wall) is a quiet reserved person. He’s very focused on his work and not prone to chit chat.

THIS guy–Not so much. πŸ™‚

I’ve known Chris for over 12 years. He framed my yellow house way back in 2007 and he built a carport/storage shed & fence for the pink house in 2014. Chris is talkative, funny and can tell a naughty joke or two. I like his company and we’ve developed a good rapport over the years. He explains things when I’m confused (often) and he has great patience with me hanging around, taking pictures and asking questions. I was stunned at how fast the crew installed the sub-floor on Wednesday.


View from the back of the lot

From this vantage point you can see our yellow house and our pink house. (this one will be green)

Then yesterday they began FRAMING!!!


Today I might get porches! After nearly 18 months of planning, roadblocks and glitches, the Green House is finally happening. I’m a very happy camper.

Drive by and say howdy. I’ll be perched on the Pink House porch watching the show. πŸ™‚

They’re Baaaaaaack!

Although it may not look like it to anyone who passes by, there has been a good bit of progress at 67 Boardwalk since my last post.

I was so happy to see Michael’s truck arrive last week! I almost ran out and hugged him, but he would probably never recover from the trauma, so I refrained. Basically his crew were there to finish pouring the concrete for the piers and for the remainder of the retaining wall.

Jim wants to drive this little Bobcat so much! Maybe they’ll leave the keys in it and we can go for a joyride some dark night.

After that job, it took a few more days to cover the cinder block piers in the brick we picked out.

Shellman Bluff

It’s made in Macon Georgia. We thought it looked a lot like Chicago brick and we like that look. Up close and in person you can see lots of colors in the clay including green, silver, pink, gray and rust.

The cinder block box is for the wood-burning fireplace. Apparently it needs it’s own piers for support since the chimney is so heavy.

After this work was done, a large truck dumped gravel on the lot and the crew spread it to the edges. Our house we lived in before only had dirt underneath so crawling under it was muddy and messy. The gravel will help with moisture and drainage too.

So this is the view from the Pink House porch as we speak. Soon Michael’s job will be over until he pours the carport and driveway. I don’t know how he feels about a weird old lady watching him and taking pictures all day, but I have really had fun seeing this process. He’s a very quiet guy, but I’ve managed to squeeze a few conversations out of him. πŸ™‚

So now I look forward to the framers. I know these guys well since I’ve been watching them build houses for Gary and GT for almost twelve years. They know me too since I have a tendency to wave and holler “howdy” when I see them in the hood. I’ll try hard not to be a pest, but I make no promises. πŸ™‚

Isn’t She Lovely

Friends and family have been asking “Hey, how is the house coming along?”

OK, here is a picture I took this morning…

Great huh?

Actually there has been no activity for two weeks. I guess with hurricane force tornadoes, torrential rain and below freezing temps this is to be expected. Plus when your contractor has a job for COSTCO you kind of assume that you’ll be lower on the totem pole. πŸ™‚

I realize there are way bigger problems than this, so I’ll TRY to be patient and stop whining.

Like THAT’S gonna happen!

21 Pier Salute!

Actually, the house will have 22 piers, but that didn’t make such a good title. πŸ™‚ Why do all the homes in my neighborhood have to be built on piers? I asked Jim to give me the Cliff’s Notes version, so here goes…

The prairie soil here is like clay, and if you built a house on a conventional slab, the foundation would crack because the ground contracts and swells with moisture. They figured out how to dig way down to get to stable soil.Β  They drill 15 ft. deep holes and then fill them with rebar and concrete to make “feet” for the house to sit on. My house is small in comparison to most (about 1400 sq. ft.) so I can’t imagine how many piers the big mansions have. So the day they drilled the holes I made a huge pest out of myself asking lots of questions and taking pictures. MichaelΒ  was patient with me and explained everything since I was so interested.


First, he used the bobcat (Jim wants to drive one of these for fun) to dig out the holes for the concrete.

Pink suede boots aren’t really the best footwear for this kind of thing.

I held on to my phone very tightly when I took this photo!

Now for the fun part. This weird truck/monster/machine came and parked on the street in front of the lot. It has “crab feet” that extend down so the truck won’t tip over when the big arm comes out.

Don’t you love my technical jargon?

The concrete truck parks behind it and feeds cement into the “arm” so it can fill the holes. Normally you wouldn’t need one of these, but my lot is very hard to access, so the arm has to reach over the sidewalk and all the way to the back of the lot to fill the holes. It was amazing to watch, but I am easily amused.


My neighbor took this one from her vantage point.

Am I the only one who thinks this this is awesome?

When they finished, the holes were filled and ready for the cinder block columns to be constructed over the rebar.

This will be fun to watch as well and I’m sure Michael is looking forward to my “company” while he does his work. He’s a very patient guy. πŸ™‚

Woah Nelly!

That’s a big tank!

So after they dug the giant hole for the septic tank, THIS shows up on a truck.Β  Honestly…I cannot see how they’re going to get this puppy on our tiny, hard-to-access lot. I’m a little curious about why it has to be so huge. I mean can two Burlingame humans generate THAT much poop? I guess they know us too well.

Jim IS always telling me I’m fulla ****.