The house in Duck project has begun. Who knew that on the weekend I borrowed the Bobcat from my buddy Carlos that it would need three hydraulic hoses? Aside from that small setback, things are moving along swimmingly.
It is amazing how monotonous driving a Bobcat for six hours straight can be. Even more amazing is how easy it is to forget how monotonous building a house can be. Even more amazing is seeing something you do everyday become something so unfamiliar. At times, I think unreasonable expectations are what build houses. Some builder in his office imagines how long something should take, or how much it should cost, and finds someone to make it happen. I "make it happen," everyday, but on the weekends, with my own project, I cannot speak anything into reality. I have to make it reality.
Every busted tool, every setback becomes a personal obstacle. Watching the minutes tick by, and seeing the schedule I made for myself fail to be met, I'm fascinated; and appalled. The best layed plans . . . as they say.
And so, the second house I will build from the ground up begins. It's so different from the houses I 'build' for work. It seems like I should use a different verb. And so, the second house that I will live begins. With approval from the Dept. of Environmental Health, we will proceed to a real live building permit. With that permit in hand, I will have permission from the Town of Duck to build a house, or bleed a house. Whichever the case may be.
