Seeing the fruits of one’s labor is a a wonderful thing. It’s an important thing as well — without it, what would be the point of the labor? You’d be left with stagnation, slavery, or a bunch of very pissed off people outside the Boss’s door. Many of them would undoubtedly have pitchforks. This is why i stay out of management.

My point is that the journey of rejuvination on which we’ve embarked our future dwelling has, up until recently, been largely destructive. Step by step along the way we’ve seen parts of our collosal purchase cut, chopped, bashed, disassebled and outright demolished. I’m sure this process is old-hat among the seasoned home reconditioner, but for the neophytes behind this blog it’s been a tremendous effort to keep a fix on the light at the end of rennovation tunnel and keep our inner pitchfork-branding-hordes outside the gates.

Until early last week.

Two weekends ago I finished the digging of the holes. There was then a government mandated waiting period to get someone to inspect my holes. He said that my holes were OK, but he wanted some re-bar in them. So, we stuck 3 pieces of re-bar into each of my holes and the pouring of the concrete commenced. WOOHOO!! We were officially (read: mostly) done damaging the house and finally started improving it! (*NOTE: it could be successfully argued that our first step of ripping down the paneling was a marked improvement to the house, but that was weeks ago)

Also fabulous, during the waiting period, we got very much of the interior furring out of the walls done.

Yes boys and girls and those not quite sure, progress is a wonderful thing. They say getting there is half the fun and it’s finally starting to feel true.