Living in Aitch-Eee-Double-Hockeysticks.

The Armorer's sister, who doesn't blog but is a reader of this space, has been keeping us apprised of the joys of a live-in remodel.

Thank heavens we won't have to live-in when we start work on the New Castle Argghhh! (closing is next Friday). Her first missive is here.

Did you know that zoysia grass is very sensitive to weight? For instance, if you put things like a backhoe, a bobcat, or chunks of concrete on it, or even drive the vehicles on it, it will die. Fifteen boys from the neighborhood playing football on it won’t hurt it at all, however. It also tolerates shade and drought very well. It simply doesn’t like weight.

Well, the pilot light mystery has been solved. It wouldn’t light because there was no gas. The gas company surreptitiously moved the gas line and didn’t tell the contractor they had done so. We, of course, were blissfully unaware on Thursday evening as we happily used up all the hot water left in the tank. When I returned home on Friday evening it had almost been rectified and the project supervisor was embarrassed. I told him I have already begun a journal about living in my home while it is being remodeled. He told me that wasn’t a good sign. Not good for whom, I wonder?

No one came to empty the dumpster on Friday, either, so the concrete chunks stayed where they were for the weekend. They were removed on Monday. It is a puzzlement, but they left the bent, twisted pieces of rebar that resemble a nest of snakes. It is not a lovely modern sculpture for my lawn, but perhaps it will grow on me.

It rained after they removed the concrete. Rain and dirt make mud. The puddles that formed in the clay looked like they were filled with the broth from Campbell’s condensed navy bean soup because we have truly awful soil. Rain also meant that work was done for the day.

I can’t wait to get home and find out what happened today.

Check back tomorrow... and you'll find out what happened.