Busy, busy, busy

Well, contrary to what you might expect from the paucity of updates, we've had quite a busy week here. First up, we've completed framing the first three sides of the bathroom:



We can't really do much more until the door arrives, and that won't be for another couple of weeks yet.

But we did have some visitors on Thursday! The most important of those was the plumber, who pronounced our work thus far satisfactory, and then went down to City Hall, where he was, promptly and without hassle, issued a plumbing permit. (No comment. Just... no comment.) He plans to start jackhammering the floor for the drains later this week! Whoo! Progress!

Also on Thursday, a nice man from the alarm company showed up and moved the alarm control box out of the center of our bathroom, to a more convenient location on the inside wall of the workshop:



He did nice work, actually, and was very pleasant, just like the guy who originally installed it. We highly recommend Price's Alarms. (If you don't live on the Island, tough shit - they're a local company.)

Anyway, our third visitor on Thursday was my personal favorite. His name was Ashley; quite a charming fellow, what with his English accent and astoundingly bad teeth. But it wasn't his personality that I found welcome, so much as it was what he did:



Can't really tell from that angle?

Let me make it a little clearer:



My favoritest thing in the whole wide world! Dead insects! Mwahahaha! He done killed them GOOD!

He also noticed that we had a second nest up in the eavestrough over the driveway, and he got them, too. Ah, it's a grand day when I can take a little personal revenge on Nature. Damn wasps.

Moving on...

This past weekend has been a nightmarish expanse of digging, picking, digging, wheelbarrowing, and digging some more. God, I hate digging!

This is what we done dug:



It's a trench for our new 3/4" water line. And it's dug through almost solid clay. I say "almost" because what wasn't clay was either roots or rocks, in equal quantities. That black shape in the trench is a little protective sleeve I made so that we wouldn't come any closer to piercing the gas line than we already did. Oops.

Really the only good thing that can be said about it was that it wasn't raining. Overcast and cool actually.

Perfect weather for digging.

Damn it.