For everyone who's been wondering, I haven't been posting because we've been busy getting our custom log home project underway. Who would have thought that an unincorporated area could still demand so much red tape!
You'll find a new photo album in the sidebar, which will fill over time with photos of our building project as it moves along. Check it out if you're nosy.
For all of you who were doing a sun dance for us on delivery day, Mother Nature pulled through! We had two lovely days of sunshine and mild temperatures, so we didn't have too much mud or sweat to contend with while we unloaded the trucks and conducted inventory. Let me tell ya', a pasty-faced computer geek and a bespectacled wordsmith trying to understand all those construction notations is a real trip. But our construction-familiar friends and family have been quite patient with us. Thanks, guys (and gals)!
The poor truck drivers had a bit of an adventure in getting our logs and other materials to our building site from the mill in Tennessee. One truck's cab caught on fire while in a traffic jam in Indianapolis! No one was injured, yadda yadda, but it resulted in a very long night for him. They drove another cab up from Tennessee and he hit the road again eight hours later, forcing him to contend with Chicago rush-hour traffic. We greeted him with plenty of coffee.
So that's it for now. More to come later.
Showing posts with label Log Homes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Log Homes. Show all posts
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
The Joys of Owning Wooded Land
Vines are evil.
We own wooded property, and we're clearing a portion of it in preparation for building our dream home. Some of the trees are covered in these freaking vines all the way to the top, and these are some pretty tall trees. One vine in particular -- a dead vine, by the way, hanging off a dead tree that the vine probably killed -- stood up to both my husband and me going all Tarzan on it at the same time. It's amazing how gratifying it was to see the chipper eat up those awful things.
Vermeer is my new best friend, but stay tuned. The weed whacker still holds a lot of promise...
We own wooded property, and we're clearing a portion of it in preparation for building our dream home. Some of the trees are covered in these freaking vines all the way to the top, and these are some pretty tall trees. One vine in particular -- a dead vine, by the way, hanging off a dead tree that the vine probably killed -- stood up to both my husband and me going all Tarzan on it at the same time. It's amazing how gratifying it was to see the chipper eat up those awful things.
Vermeer is my new best friend, but stay tuned. The weed whacker still holds a lot of promise...
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