Framing continued this week, and more materials are arriving by the minute—so many, in fact, that we’ve basically claimed the entire cul-de-sac. Our neighbors deserve medals. We can’t even park two of our own cars in the driveway right now.
Inside, the hot water is finally running strong (a miracle), but the construction noise is testing everyone’s patience… especially the dogs. They’re currently refusing to go outside on their own, so we’re carrying them like fragile Victorian-era children—Moira exclusively to the front yard, Annie exclusively to the back, because apparently they now have preferences.
Between the trips to clean up indoor panic pee and poop, we’re starting to see real progress: the addition is already looking fitting in beautifully with the existing house, and we can actually make out the shape of the new rooms. It’s wild and wonderful and dusty and loud.
