And instead of meetings with a homebuilder and contractors, I'm laying low, watching lumber prices go up, up, up . . .
Watching steel prices too . . .
And instead of jostling for campground sites with hordes of travelers, I'm cat-sitting for them. This is Simon . . . YouTube has alot of good videos to amuse cats.
Before Simon and Dylan, there was Lily in Woodstock, Maryland, followed by Pete and Roger in Roanoke, Virginia. In Roanoke, I walked daily in a cemetery instead of busy hiking trails . . . hello Ms. Clatterbuck, hello Mr. Trinkle, hello Ola May . . .
Last April, I planted a dozen baby Norway Spruce trees on my buildable lot . . .
See my vegetation above? I got a certified letter from the city claiming I had to mow my overgown vegetation, followed eleven days later by an email from a city erosion inspector claiming I had to sow seeds on my denuded lot. WTF? I pay Sport the Bush-hogger to mow every six weeks.
While I was tucked away in the North Carolina woods with Simon and Dylan . . .
. . a surgeon fixed my Dupuytren's contracture.
And a dentist in Morehead City made my very first crown when an old filling broke.
Not a very blog-worthy past eight months, eh?
PS: After my cat-sit in Beaufort, NC, I camped at my lot in Salem, Virginia. The clover I planted is coming up nicely according to my 4-legged neighbors.
I was on a long waiting list with a driveway company in October and November. They finally excavated a six-inch deep 140' long construction driveway . . . .
. . . then I laid the weed control fabric . . .
. . . . then they topped it with a foundation of 4" layer of big rocks and a surface layer of 2" of pugmill.
The construction driveway is now ready for construction vehicles!