The House - Pt. Deux

When we last left our little tale, the plan had just become, well, a plan. Time flew by as we talked to the bank and shopped for materials and checked on permits and decided what we would do ourselves and what we would pay others to do and packed.

Our current house would have to be demolished in order to make way for the new house. We live on an acreage, literally in the middle of a bunch of corn (or bean, depending on the year) fields, and we made arrangements to rent a mostly furnished house a mile down the road while we were building our new house.

Did I mention that we had lived in the house 15 years? In that amount of time, children or not, stuff accumulates. Lots and lots of stuff. All of this stuff had to be sorted into one of several catagories: trash, donations, possible resale, needed for the rental house, and storage for later use.

We have four outbuildings on our land, so much of our stuff was packed to go into one of those buildings, keeping what we thought were the bare necessities out for our use as we were building. We had a general idea when we would begin demolition, and as the time grew nearer, the packing became more frantic.

We began the process of demolition, salvaging what we could from the old house. Windows, light fixtures, cabinets, and the toilet were all saved for possible future use. The 15-year-old sofa and chair stayed in the house.

Then came the call I had been waiting for: "The bulldozer will be here at 9:00 tomorrow morning!"

Coming next: Destruction and rebirth.

Persevere.