I have been struggling to write this blog post. It has been postponed from week to week.
I have been busy, doing a lot of manual labour out at the site and a lot of desk work the rest of the time. And these weeks have felt challenging; I have been frequently overwhelmed.
Rather than not writing a blog post about these weeks at all, I am resorting to a classic cheat borrowed from William Goldman's A Princess Bride:
What with one thing and another, four weeks passed:
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| I had some trouble finding someone willing to dig my well and install my septic system, but fortunately, my plumber was able to recommend someone excellent. We walked the land and he recommended the place for the well, very close to the massive felled maple log that was dropped when my power lines were installed last year. It was going to need to be cut up and moved. So, I boldly set about cutting it into shorter logs with my small chainsaw. At one point, I pinched my saw and had to free it with a hand saw. One of the joys of being a rookie... |
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| A rare view of the low side of the cabin. |
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| In Week 9, the cabin was wired |
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| Roxul insulation getting stockpiled |
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| Week 10: Excavator, on the job! |
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| The septic tank |
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| The septic field |
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| The septic system covered with fill, seeded with clover and covered with hay. |
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| Guess what got dug up? Rocks! Now placed aesthetically along my driveway |
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| Meanwhile, in the house, the interior walls were being insulated. |
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| And I drove to Ross Farm museum to pick up the barn door hardware they had made for me. |
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| Here's the hatch for my firewood pass-through. |
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| The excavator, resting after its labours. |
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| I take a time-out to appreciate the beauty of a wee, still-red oak |
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| Over the weekend between Weeks 10 and 11, the house sees its first light dusting of snow |
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| Week 11: The well gets dug. |
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| They went down about 14 feet and there was so much water that the excavation crew could hardly level the first crock before the water was threatening to come in over their boots. Here is the well after the concrete apron has been poured. (The next day the water rose up over the apron!) I feel like I have won the rural home lottery! |
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| My awesome plumber comes and installs the well-line and pump |
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| Bright blue well line for the water and rainbow electrical wire for the pump – pretty! |
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| Next, the trench was dug for the well-line. We hit a snag here, but I don't want to talk about it. Suffice it to say, we got through it. |
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| Guess what else got dug up? More rocks! Including some really, really big ones. |
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| Meanwhile, I was working on augmenting the insulation around the slab, having fun with an exacto knife and a pickaxe. |
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| And inside, the insulation and vapour barrier were complete and the drywall was delivered and stored ready for the following week. |
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| Week 12 began with the site in a great big mess. |
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| (Trenches can be beautiful, though). |
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| With the trench for the well line dug and filled back in, next was the trench to bring power from my shed to the house. |
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| The electrical cable and the conduit containing my internet cable had to be seated in sand and inspected before the trench could be filled back in. |
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| Where the electrical service enters the cabin. |
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| In the cabin, the drywall was going up. |
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| Outside, I was unearthing some pretty big rocks in the process of regrading the land around the house to lay insulation out two feet from the slab at an angle of 4 degrees (or more). Some of the rocks were too heavy for me to move. Fortunately, my stellar carpentry crew helped me roll the biggest ones out of the way. |
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| Here's one corner of the insulation around the outside of the slab. |
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| On the last day of the excavation work, my well and septic contractor brought me a load of Class A as a bonus – I will use it to backfill against my house, over the slab insulation. |
While putting together the photo essay portion of this post, I think I have found a few words to say.
These four weeks felt intense. I was on-site a lot. On the one hand, it was lots of fun to be at the heart of the action. I really like all of the people working on the project, so it was great to hang out and indulge in a little banter.
At the same time, though, I was working hard: digging, digging and more digging. It was good for me, but at the same time exhausting and hard on my joints. (I've started going to see a chiropractor again after a 7-year break and it is rescuing me from immobilization).
While it was physically grueling, it didn't require any particular skills. It was a part of the job that I could do, and I needed to invest all the sweat equity that I could because somewhere in these four weeks, I ran out of money. Which is to say that I ran out of my money, money that I had or had access to on my own responsibility.
This project has been more expensive than I hoped. That is always said of building projects and that's because it's probably always true. There is so much to do, especially so much infrastructure to establish for a rural house.
Fortunately, I have friends and family to help me out and they have encouraged me to keep going. Many have provided moral support and encouragement, some have loaned tools and equipment, others have given their time to help, some have loaned and some have given me money to help make it possible for me to complete this project. I feel very, very lucky and very, very grateful.
And at the same time, I'm pretty stressed. I didn't want to take on this much debt. I foresee some austerity measures and as much desk work as I can get my hands on for the next 3-5 years.
I do feel, though, that it is worth it. I have such a longing for a home of my own. It is starting to feel very real; I am getting to the point where I can visualize living in my home: reading, doing jigsaw puzzles, having dinner parties and summer visitors. Having a place to be myself, to be content, to be free and safe and peaceful.
And what a place it is. The Crooked Wood continues to provide me with a blessed sense of belonging. Each time I arrive there and breathe that first breath of forest air, I feel something sacred fill me: mind, body, heart and soul.
The thought of being able to live in my own home, cozily, year round, is worth the debts and the stresses and the challenges of this process.
It's simply where I feel I'm meant to be.
