Sunday, August 8, 2010

Long August

"Where's Steve?"
"Under the house."
                                       "Hiiiiiii!"
"He's not coming out 'til he has to."


To fix a foundation, get an opinion.  And another one.  Throw in a different angle, a surprise reveal of information, return to original neighbourhood experts for a new take on the situation.  Let simmer for a couple of months.

Collect jacks of all sizes, meant for all trades.  Bottle jacks, 2 ton hydraulic jack from the trunk of the Datsun (in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...), jacks to lift the house from a 6 inch slump to a level footing.  Send Steve to wriggle around, army worm style, under the kitchen.  Raise, block, release.  Raise, block, release.

Then dig.  30" wide by 15" deep.  Choose a day where the sun will bake the dirt to your skin, creating a delicious looking mess, and where loose cotton shorts slap against your thighs, heavy with sweat.  It is helpful to have a father or father-in-law who matches or surpasses you, shovel for shovel.  He will call at 8 in the morning and be at your door within the hour.  Remember that you are living the dream, not experiencing Hades, and jump in the lake.

Chain gang.

Build forms, borrow a laser level and get eagle-eyed Laser Girl to holler out orders as she hovers over the bubble of air;  "Up a quarter inch."  Pry with steel bar, block with rock.  "Down an inch."  Pound on stake.  "Again."  Again.  "More."  Again.

Repeat before rebar is placed on chairs, hung from wires.  Even when patience is thin, mosquitos are whining and neighbours keep stopping by to see how things are shaping up.  Remember, you asked for their advice.

Past:  Here be ants.
Present:  Here were ants

Negotiate the pouring date, time and quantity with the local concrete personality.  Diamond information can be found in the rough.  Listen and learn.

Call on friends and favours come pouring day.  Fill the 70s flowered carafe with coffee, pull out the sweets for the sweet teeth, the savoury for the unsavoury.  Put the beer in the fridge.  Your yard will fill with wheelbarrows, the barrows will be filled with sludge.  Pour into forms, tap, stab, push and screed.  Wait.  Trowel.  Wait.  Trowel.

Sign your piece of art, piece of history.  Savour your peace of mind.

Meaghan:  Love lives here.
Steve: House of Love.


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