Wednesday, January 19, 2005
It was a glorious 60-degree morning pedaling into work, almost springlike after this weekend's big freeze. The air felt moist, promising, and -- if possible -- fecund.
I sang "El Dia Que Me Quieres" all the way. Music can mine the joy from sorrow, and no one perhaps did it best than Carlos Gardel.
Tomorrow's Pour Day at the minidevelopment, and I went out to take my weekly photos of the setup for the footings. Galusha's appears as a simple box, and Mabel has its sweet angled tango bindery, where TT and I have already danced. It was muddy and it was a few weeks ago, but we were there, careful not to fall into the troughs that are the outline of the house.
Now the rebar pokes up every couple feet along the "walls," like a giant acupuncture experiment.
Another neighbor came by to chat yesterday morning. She's lived on the block all her life and remembers the middle of the block as a forest, excellent turf for neighborhood kids. I didn't tell her the houses were named for the Baileys, but she remembers Mabel and Galusha well and says she played often in Construction HQ. Mabel and Galusha raised four kids in the 841-square-foot gem, proof that families often did so much more with so much less -- and not so long ago.
I hope we get the early pour tomorrow, so I can see some of the action before leaving for work. BTW, dear blog readers, there are enhancements available now: pictures! Check them in the margin at right, and check back for more soon.
I sang "El Dia Que Me Quieres" all the way. Music can mine the joy from sorrow, and no one perhaps did it best than Carlos Gardel.
Tomorrow's Pour Day at the minidevelopment, and I went out to take my weekly photos of the setup for the footings. Galusha's appears as a simple box, and Mabel has its sweet angled tango bindery, where TT and I have already danced. It was muddy and it was a few weeks ago, but we were there, careful not to fall into the troughs that are the outline of the house.
Now the rebar pokes up every couple feet along the "walls," like a giant acupuncture experiment.
Another neighbor came by to chat yesterday morning. She's lived on the block all her life and remembers the middle of the block as a forest, excellent turf for neighborhood kids. I didn't tell her the houses were named for the Baileys, but she remembers Mabel and Galusha well and says she played often in Construction HQ. Mabel and Galusha raised four kids in the 841-square-foot gem, proof that families often did so much more with so much less -- and not so long ago.
I hope we get the early pour tomorrow, so I can see some of the action before leaving for work. BTW, dear blog readers, there are enhancements available now: pictures! Check them in the margin at right, and check back for more soon.
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