Thursday, September 1, 2011
The architect took the plans and drew up actual blueprints.
It's an awesome feeling, watching something you've worked so hard on, lost sleep about, and obsessed over, actually become plans for your future house.
A few weeks ago, Hubs took the week off and started working on the road.
The first driver showed up late. He started backing into our driveway, got scared he might go off into the ditch, and dumped his load in the road. Hubs started yelling (since it's a highway, and we're situated smack dab in the middle of a curve) and the driver took off, leaving Hubs alone with a huge load of limestone in the middle of the roadway.
Thankfully, an off-duty officer came along on the way home from work, and stopped traffic on the blocked roadway while Hubs cleared it.
It took all morning for Hubs to get that limestone off the roadway, and spread it around the entrance to our place.
The next driver showed up around lunch.
Here he is now.
He drove down the roadway until he could turn around to back in at a better angle.
He backed up a little ways, but too far to the left.
All this time, I was standing out on the asphalt (it was about 102 degrees, but it felt so much hotter on that blacktop) stopping cars. Finally, the driver of a heavy-duty truck stopped to help. He pulled the 18 wheeler, as Hubs pushed with the tractor. Still, nothing. That 18 wheeler would. not. move.
The Good Samaritan drove a little way down the road and got this off his trailer: