October 20, 2014

So I look at the garage slab, and I think, "Huh. There's more room to the left and right of the doors than I expected." There should be two nine-foot doors, with two feet in between, and two and a half feet on the outsides. Looks like more than that. And where's the center post?

So I measured the opening. Sixteen feet. As in one sixteen-foot-wide door. I grabbed Larry the contractor guy and he saw the problem in an instant. Called Robert the slab guy. They'll be out to fix it. No fuss, no complaining, no finger-pointing.

Still hard to believe.

October 20, 2014

We rise from the earth. For those of you accustomed to slabs, this is pier and beam. The height is dictated by the height of the existing bungalow floor. We will meet, floor-to-floor. Pier and beam is majestic; slabs squat on the ground. In the foreground will be a full-width porch back to the second row of piers; the orange beam you see is the front edge. Joists behind are master bedroom, my office, and like that; they will come all the way forward. There's another porch to the left rear, like a walkway from the kitchen area to the garage.

October 17, 2014

October 16, 2014

Our contractor took a panorama shot, which I think you will find exciting:

The addition is not as big as it looks. Camera trickery.

I'd like to point out something amazing about the contractor. I say this with my fingers crossed. So far, no complaining, no whining, no excuses, just good work done on time. I've never had that experience before.

October 16, 2014

I figured that you would really enjoy a shot of the garage slab.

October 16, 2014

Concrete day. Lumber arrives tomorrow, framing begins Monday. We've revised the plans slightly to add a whole-house biohazard isolation system and a visitor chlorine-bath module.

October 16, 2014

Oh, I feel so good. Snoop Dogg tweeted this gracious apology, which probably is for Iggy Azalea: "No more bad talk. I apologize. I won't do it again."

Fantastic. Thanks, Snoop.

And when interviewed, the Doggster offered this elaboration on his contrition: "Tip called me, it's over. Got a lot of love for cuz, so I let it go! Too much money on my mind to worry bout a biiiiiych."

Thoughtful and generous. Yet another reminder that Snoop Dogg stands for every sub-human, self-centered, bling-obsessed, mysogynistic, crude, empty value of his vile subculture.

October 15, 2014

This just in from Sister Susan. Why is this man smiling? His company makes 13.6 billion latex examination gloves per year, and is adding capacity for 28.5 billion more per year.

Susan sagely advises buying their stock.

A full-blown outbreak in Congo would consume their present capacity, but that volume is already being purchased by existing customers, so, you know....