What this means is that we have two weeks of manual labor ahead of us. The mansion that once stood behind us (now the evil apartment building we're trying to block out) was carried, stone by stone, and brick by brick, into our backyard decades ago, and this pile sits right where the schoolhouse will be. Many of these stones (mostly faced limestone with decorative edges) will be used when we rebuild the porch, but for now they're being distributed around the yard as borders to my flower beds.
|I had meant to back up and get a better picture,|
however, the cat was distracting . . .
There's also a 20x10 temporary shed full of salvage and roof slate, and the piles of fir floor boards to find temporary homes for.
Temporary homes of course require that I clean out the basement, which is where I spent most of the day. One shower and several hours later I'm still brushing imaginary webs off.
Despite finding cool things (and by cool I mean heart-breaking) buried everywhere we've dug so far, these piles have been devoid of anything of interest, with the exception of one solitary black plastic horse. I don't think I've ever been so happy about a piece of plastic . . .
|the black horse is a rival for our attention|