Fresh reminders of my inadequacy makes me thankful to live this life covered by grace.

Two Bags of Sand

Did you know that it is only going to take two bags of sand to lay the block for the foundation of our house? I thought that was strange. Until I saw the bags of sand.

The block layers are here today... In a few hours, they will have the foundation laid. What would have taken us a week (or more) is only going to take less than a day's work for the pros.

This is a bag of sand. A one-ton bag of sand.

Jane Update

If she decides to dig up, she's out in a matter of minutes, I'd guess. What to do? I'm having too much fun watching her progress, but we really don't want to lose her to the wild world outside...

The Not-So-Great Escape

I don't know if she thinks she's being clever, but she's not. She could have at least put the hole behind the bush where it wouldn't be so obvious.

Anyway, Jane has diligently been trying to dig her way out of her new little play yard. Perhaps she feels more like a prisoner of war than I suspected, or perhaps she thinks we plan to eat her some day. We don't. But I don't know how to tell her that, and I don't know how to communicate that she probably wouldn't survive in the 'wild' for long.

Still, I haven't had the heart to put a stop to her attempt yet. She definitely has made it under the fence, but I am a little curious to see how soon she will try to angle up with her digging, or if she is intent on making a real sort of burrow. Stay tuned for updates.

I might be able to do algebra and trig, but I can't count.

So today I decided to map out on the print of the house where the guy put the footings for the piers to start figuring what sort and how much lumber we need.

Nine feet, then eight, then nine... Something didn't seem right.

And then I realized what I had done. Somewhere in my brain, I had in my head that we were building a house 36 feet deep, but the print is only 32 feet deep. Oops. Guess I'll be reworking the print a bit.