construction

Blogging from work so not able to post pics. But imagine a hole in the ground where a part of your house used to be. That's what was going on in my mud room/laundry room last week.
We haven't done any construction in the house in a long time. I mean 15 years long time. So I'd forgotten. Forgotten how much I love the demolition process. The rawness of it is what I find inspiring. 100 year old walls. Thousand year old rocks beneath the concrete and dirt. Then, tiny animal prints in the newly poured floor.
Yes, it was cold without the oil tank hooked up. And I fortunately missed the day of jack hammering that Larry had to contend with. But I've ended up with a stone faux foundation around the outside of the house -- thanks to the back breaking excavation work -- which hides a multitude of cosmetic sins.
And it will be soooo nice not to be kicking up pieces of broken cement everytime I do the laundry. Which I will soon be doing in a new washer and dryer. The old ones were used when we bought them and might be from the 70's. So we'll be saving electricity and water too.
And every time I walk into the laundry room I will find at my feet a little creative surprise that I've been saving up for with broken pottery and plate shards now embedded in the cement at the entry from the kitchen and the door that leads outside.
A stone foundation and a mosaic in my floor - two things I've always dreamed of and wasn't quite sure would ever happen. But carry those dreams around long enough and happen they will, as if the universe had been waiting for the right moment all along.