I got a call from Art while I was at work today. He was calling me to let me know his boss was pulling them off the job for about a week. I was a little confused and he was, too. I guess they had a more pressing job that needed to be addressed. Maybe it was something they were contractually obligated to do. I know it had to have been important because I know this company wouldn’t pull their workers off a job on a whim.
A week is a long time when you’re already on borrowed time. In a week, it’s going to be the middle of October and it’s Iowa. We have been known to have some pretty wicked weather in October. I recall one severe ice storm on Halloween that knocked out power for weeks. Once they get back on the job, it’ll be about the 17th of October and I still need to have concrete poured. And concrete needs to cure. And it doesn’t cure if it’s cold.
I guess if this was one of those remodeling reality shows this would be the part intended to create drama. I would have talked on a camera with Art on speaker phone. But this isn’t a reality show. It’s not fabricated for drama. It’s my reality.
A few years ago, this would have probably thrown me into a tailspin. I would’ve been upset and thought, “Nothing goes right for me!” I don’t get that riled up anymore. Maybe the losses I have experienced have prepared me for this. Maybe I’ve learned what’s a big deal and what’s not. Maybe I’ve learned that it doesn’t do you any good to get upset. That’s huge growth for me as I’ve been known to be a little
psycho too reactionary at times.
My experiences over the last five years have taught me you are always right where God wants you to be. No matter what the circumstances or the outcome, He’s got you. Once again, I will have to trust in God and His perfect timing, and that’s the way we are to live daily; not just during huge remodeling projects. I truly believe this has been all for nothing. I’ve seen the doors opening at the right time. I’m tired of living my life pounding a square peg into a round hole. It’s time just to live and let be what will be. As that old saying goes, let go and let God.
These pictures are from the front side of the house which faces east. You can see the cribbing and beams are installed in all four sections of the house. The rest of the foundation will need to be excavated.
If you dig deep enough, eventually you’ll hit some water! We’re past the rich, black dirt and now moving into the clay. My oldest son is studying Agronomy and he loves to give me the exact scientific terminology for the different types of SOIL because it’s not dirt, as I’m repeatedly told. That is a pretty thick layer of clay down there, so we’re deep. Look at all those rocks! They cost a pretty penny when you buy them from a landscaping business.
As a combine mechanic and farmer, my husband loathed decorating a yard with rocks. He always said he saw the damage caused by running a combine into one and he hated to fix that damage. He saw no value in having a rock in your yard and come to think of it, my Dad, who was a farmer who did his own combine repairs, was the same way. I was allowed to have one rock in a flower bed. My husband told me if I ever told anyone he put it there for me, he’d deny it.
It’s a good thing that ladder is there in case I need to get in the house for something. Kidding. That would be a heck of a leap and I’m not known for my agility. We’ll just wait until it’s done. Although, that beam does seem to be in the perfect spot to open the door and walk in. Oh, and by the way, there is nothing “extra” holding that door shut. It doesn’t have a lock on it and it’s just sealed shut from pulling it closed. I hope we don’t have a lot of wind or a bad storm anytime soon. I probably should have put a hook and eye on it before the entryway was removed, but there were too many things to think about then!
So you can see at this point, we need to have the north and south walls of the basement and those two middle sections of the front and back removed. I was told this would be about three days worth of work to get it completely removed.
And that will start….in a week…and that’s….okay.
Salvaging A Farmhouse is a series of blog posts that chronicle my experience of renovating and reclaiming our 1900 farmhouse. This is a project that is over a decade in the making. We were working towards some pretty serious renovations on the house until my husband became sick with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and died 9 weeks after his diagnosis. My kids and I have been left with the task of completing what we started all those years ago. Every house and every family have a story and this is the story of ours.