hovel down

Hooray! The dingy little shack-nasty lean-to on the back of my house has been destroyed forever! If it was a witch and I was a munchkin, there would be song and dance right now. Oh, what the hell: deedle leet dee dee dee! It was super fun: first, we found the bird’s nest (next entry about that whole ordeal), then we cut the roof up, then I lifted the roof sections and toppled them over the sides and back of the walls, then I took the walls down with the sledge. We have a plan drawn up: first we are going to pour up the pad and expand it. Then, we have to rebuild the walls (the original plan called for framing the structure in, but I was never a fan of that plan, and further, since the top two layers of brick toppled over when dad pushed on them, it was decided that my original desire to completely demolish the whole hovel and start over again was the right course of action). We need to decide on a new roof style (flatdeck, which has leak issues, or gabled, which will look a little odd, but be better for everything we want to do). Then, you know, we has to constructs it. But it will be so beautiful when it’s done. Although, I will admit that I am loving the light streaming in through the kitchen door right now. ‘Course, the thing I don’t love is that I can no longer make brekkies in the altogether, since the neighbors would have a 360 degree panoramic view of my pink bits. Ah, well: sacrifices.