Monday, February 28, 2005
Last Thursday was another big-drama day, made even more so because they poured the highest points of the concrete fins on Galusha. To do that, the massive truck stayed in the driveway (I mean, it hardly fit between the two streetfront bungalows) and a crane arched over the top of the bigleaf maple, looking like some giant praying mantis giving a concrete injection.
I know all this because Mom came into town a half-hour before and documented everything with my digital. I played it all as a slideshow last night, and it was cool!
By the time I got home, everything had mellowed considerably. The crew seemed content, and when I asked how it went. They said, "Great. This time Norm told the inspector what he was going to do." I smell a moral in there. I didn't know it, but the inspector does all his tests on-site. Whereas I'd thought he drove the slurry over to some fancy lab, he just cooks it all up in miscellaneous buckets out there in the back yard. Rather homespun of him. Again, I know all this from the pictures.
Now that the fins are readily visible from side streets, the people are coming to look. I had about 10 visitors this weekend, less than half of them planned. All others were neighbors or neighborhood walkers or even a prospective buyer -- curious as all get out. It's cute how excited/amazed they are; in fact, the only ones who bug me are the folks who just go walking back there without a wave, a knock, or an appointment.
I know all this because Mom came into town a half-hour before and documented everything with my digital. I played it all as a slideshow last night, and it was cool!
By the time I got home, everything had mellowed considerably. The crew seemed content, and when I asked how it went. They said, "Great. This time Norm told the inspector what he was going to do." I smell a moral in there. I didn't know it, but the inspector does all his tests on-site. Whereas I'd thought he drove the slurry over to some fancy lab, he just cooks it all up in miscellaneous buckets out there in the back yard. Rather homespun of him. Again, I know all this from the pictures.
Now that the fins are readily visible from side streets, the people are coming to look. I had about 10 visitors this weekend, less than half of them planned. All others were neighbors or neighborhood walkers or even a prospective buyer -- curious as all get out. It's cute how excited/amazed they are; in fact, the only ones who bug me are the folks who just go walking back there without a wave, a knock, or an appointment.
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