Demolition

I may have taken this a little too far. Especially since we don't have a date for the concrete people to do the footings. Contractor will do the demolition first, with a skip. I got the windows out long ago. Today, I found the pry bar, got out my trusty hammer, and, well...

One of my favorite stories about my mother was when she took a sledge hammer to a wall in their small, cramped house one day. My father had to fix up an archway right after that. One of those post-WWI tract houses built for minimal heating, tiny rooms being easier to keep warm. They did a lot to that shoddy little house over the years. Not a happy place for me, but they did try to make it stable.

Dylan a bit worried about this, but there is a deadlock on that door. It was already broken this is just opening it up. Getting some of the work done. Saving us a bit of demolition cost.

Nothing like clearing away rotten wood, stripping away the broken and obstructive.

Another yellow rosebud, a golden celebration. The catnip hugs the stones.



Had another conversation with the little boy who breaks my onions, and his mother. She's at wits end with his energy. I have nothing to offer her but a kind ear. I suspect he's just very bright and energetic, he asks good questions, then hares off. Younger brother in stroller, who Onion boy says "likes white people." Mom unsure what to say, I take it as a straightforward statement, smile and let him chatter. She seems to be an immigrant of no more than a few years, she asks about my garden, as people do.

Trying to be a good neighbor.