Finches

So far, the footings and walls are up. We assume next are the plumbing underpipings, hopefully starting Monday. Big pile of dirt.


Moby had to investigate. He's getting frail and wobbly, but still making sure everything is going well. His vision also seems affected, he steps off edges when he clearly doesn't expect to. Dylan gets very sad about this. I try to keep in mind that he's still interested and moving.

I pulled a large rock out of the pile Wednesday, exposed after overnight torrential rains. Worker out there in boots bailing out the hole, so I put on my wellies, got a couple more buckets, and we got it done very quickly. I think the gutter just poured in rainwater, since the downspout had to be removed to do the work.



There was a pile of wet cement on the dirt pile Wednesday, so after they left, I shoveled it into the crack near the garage door, and reinforced the edge of the dirt where the bottles are buried. Waste not, want not.






Moby is still an elegant cat, with gravitas.




And it rained, two nights in a row. The first caused flash flooding in areas around the valley. One high school got badly damaged. A branch library had 6' of water in the lower levels, losing the whole children's and non-fiction sections, and will be closed for 3 months for repairs. My garden is quite happy, as are the weeds. Or the weeds were, until I easily pulled them up by their roots. Weeding when it's very dry is not very useful.

Sitting on the front porch, watching the finches feast on sunflower seeds and battle furiously.