The Wormlips Scrapbook

November 2005 Cashew needed a place to stay just for one night; he was scheduled to be adopted the next day. In the short time we spent together, Cashew taught me an important lesson about myself. He’s a wonderful little dog: housebroken, affectionate without being needy, gentle, obedient and quite funny. You couldn’t ask for [...]

Now that the room is framed, we’re waiting for the house-lifters to de-lift the house. In the meantime, (royal) we are at work on drainage. The basement floods even in a small rain, so Dan has a two-part strategy involving a French drain and some new downspouts. I probably won’t report voluminously about the downspout [...]

Wednesday, two days after the concrete-pour, the framing begins. Robert works on the back where the door will go… … while Vidal works on a side wall: Soon, most of the vertical bits are in place: Now there’s house where once there was none, and an unruly camelia has started to trip passers-by. (You can [...]