We have been living in a suspended state for a week. Waiting… For permits… For our excavation contractor…
The house wobble is less disturbing now, though I find myself expecting other buildings to shimmy gently once I stop moving.
We are still carrying our kitchen sink water out in bins to dump on plants in the yard. It’s a little bit of rigmarole that just makes me feel grateful that water magically comes into my home, and most of the time, magically leaves it, too. Plumbing is great.
Morgan hooked up the washer and dryer out in the yard, under a pop-up tent by the shop. Another luxury I do not take for granted.
Morgan is ready to step away from the computer and get his hands dirty again. I’m ready for that to happen, too. I have a good feeling that things will start moving again soon, and so I will take a deep breath in this pause and try to enjoy the novelty of the weird view, the wobble and sway, and walking the plank to my front door.