…and the detached storage. This is where Christiane’s presence is important to getting things done. See me in that picture? You can’t tell, but I’m thinking, “Hmm. I wonder if that was such a good idea.”

The kids got a tour of hazards. Don’t fall on nails, pick up broken glass, open natural gas lines, step on live wires, that sort of thing. The smaller one registered my freak-out and then picked up a big rusty electrical staple. I had to bolt him into a car seat for his safety and my sanity.
Inside, a hole about 2′ by 12′ was cut out of the floor in the living room for the new piers. It’s much cleaner than I expected. They seem to be sweeping up at the end of the day. I really thought it would look like a bomb went off under the house. There have been a few professional touches like that that I really appreciate. Someone replaced the burnt out light bulb on the front porch, and they saved our bushes in the front yard.
One bad thing, there was a lot of urine on the toilet seat. We are paying real money for a big teal port-a-potty in our front yard. Ya can’t miss it. And I’m sure it’s equiped with a urinal for people who are to delicate to touch a toilet seat with their fingers.