Sunday, November 11, 2007

Mustard Truck Day

Our internet was down for several days until this evening, but I doubt I would have had any time to post anything anyway; we have been busy.

All of the following photos were taken on Friday, the day that Andy got the footings poured for the extension to the house. We are grateful that God has postponed the really cold weather so we could get this done before the ground freezes.

In case you don't know much about our home remodel project, here's the basic run-down. Andy's folks were planning to build a home next door to us on our property, but with Mom's health so uncertain right now, they have decided to scale back their plans and instead help us remodel our current house so that we could accommodate them long-term, a very good thing for all of us. The updated house will contain two master bedrooms with bathrooms, a larger dining room and, drum roll, please...a new and much larger kitchen.

I can't believe it is actually happening. I'm actually allowing myself to get a teensy bit excited.

So here are some photos from Friday, the day that the big yellow truck delivered the concrete. Elli has long called these trucks "mustard trucks," as they look like they are carrying giant bottles of yellow mustard.




Top Left: Andy and his dad and a friend, Scott.
Top Right: Andy and Scott in my kitchen-to-be, or slightly below it. They are standing in the location of the kitchen sink, with windows looking out at the mountains from that 45 degree angled cut.
Bottom Left: Andy's dad, working like a man much younger than his seventy-five years. He's been a real trooper.
Bottom Right: Pouring the footing of our new master bedroom, coming off the back of what is currently the garage. Tell me that doesn't look like a mustard bottle on that truck. Oh, and our silly dogs wrestling in the foreground, getting nice and dusty in the soft, dry dirt.

There are actually five dogs on our property right now, as Joe and Rachel, our temporary tenants have three big dogs of their own. Sometimes it feels as if the very ground were moving with all of the commotion of five big dogs running and wrestling. Here are four of them, as Dad C. tries to take a break by himself.



Speaking of dogs, I have received a special request to post photos of Fudge, now that he is, at least in body, full-grown. We are still wondering about his mind. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed.

I guess I haven't posted photos of him since he was a little tyke. He was better proportioned then, I think. Although he is not as squatty as this first photo shows (it is only the front corner angle that makes him look like a lab/weiner dog cross), he never did grow into his daddy's big Labrador feet and stocky body. His mama's shorter Springer legs on such a frame are fairly comical, but he is cute and sweet and terribly loyal and affectionate. This is our Fudgey:




And here is the small band of brothers, five-year old Drake and nearly two-year old Fudge. Can you guess which one is bright, intuitive and clearly in charge?



One more set of images from Friday--our dear children, enjoying the trampoline that was given to us recently and now sits in our front yard at the Homestead. It is not in perfect condition, but they don't seem to mind. It has been great for them to have something to do in the long hours that we spend there working. They come home from school, dump backpacks, jackets and shoes on the ground and climb aboard.

Such joy.



Saturday, Andy and Joe built a new staircase leading down to the basement, as the original one was quite steep. The new one feels so safe, solid and secure. The kids' bedrooms and a family room will be down there.

Today, we had a family dinner after church. Ruth's friend, Melissa was in town for a visit and she made us a fabulous meal. Then this evening, we had a bonfire at the Homestead before we came back home to the Loft. Joe was able to join us, as were Nance and her two youngest, and Ruth and Melissa. We had a really nice time, making s'mores and banana boats in the fire, laughing and storytelling, even singing a bit and reciting some poetry. It was so nice to just relax and enjoy.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pardon me, but does anybody happen to have any Grey Poupon?

Tom :-)

alison said...

Thanks for the pictures. Fudge is a hoot and Drake is looking stately as ever.

I am VERY excited about the remodel and so glad you had some peaceful rest amidst all the work: physical, mental and emotional.

What are banana boats?

Mister Ed T said...

Glad to see the work progressing. I wondered what was happening there. Will really change the look of the place. And yes, it does look like a giant mustard bottle!
Love the trampoline pictures. Our neighbours have one we can watch from our window. Wish Thomas and Mikayla could come and jump with your kids, they'd love it.
Wishing you good success on your ventures.

Sherry C said...

Banana Boats

Take a whole banana that has NOT been peeled and slice it in half lengthwise, but only as deep as the first layer of peel and the fruit itself. Leave the peel intact on the bottom of your "boat," as this will serve as your serving dish. Pry the banana open with your thumbs and slather peanut butter on the inside. Stuff with chocolate chips and mini-marshmallows (or whatever else sounds good to you). Wrap carefully but loosely in tin foil, keeping the open side facing up. Place in the hot coals of a campfire and wait ten minutes or so. Remove with tongs, pry open the tin foil to use as your placemat to protect you from melted chocolate all over your clothes. Grab a spoon and eat the baked banana and melty goo right out of the peel.

Oh, so tasty.

Caution: Banana boats are best eaten in the darkness. They are too ugly to look upon in the light--it would spoil everything.

Jeannie said...

Oh so glad to see your new post! I've been hoping for an update on the house project, complete with pictures. The pics of the kids and the dogs are really fun to see!
Thanks!

Sherry C said...

When I see Fudge, with the simple, blank look you can see in these photos, I often think back to something my Dad used to say. I'm not sure where he got it, whether it was a line from a movie or TV show, or what. I don't think it was ever meant to be highly complimentary, but it is perfect for dear Fudgey:

"Sometimes I sits and thinks...and sometimes I just sits."

Sherry C said...

Was it my dad who said it? Now I'm not sure.

Mom?

Anonymous said...

Guilty as charged. Sorry
Dad