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Whirlwind

The past couple of days have a been a complete whirlwind. Ever since I posted this, I have been scheduling and checking and rechecking and lining up crews for everything from excavating, to pouring concrete, to carpentry work and so much more.

Yesterday the excavation for the basement began. It was so sudden I still can't quite wrap my head around it. But here's proof!



Today they finished digging, and the concrete guys will be starting next.

I just wanted to say thank you to all the people who have come out to help me in the past few days.

Without both family and friends this wouldn't be happening and we wouldn't be moving Lucky at all.

I have been blessed by family that is willing to take my kiddos at less than a moments notice, and I am forever grateful for them.

As for the many subcontractors who have been out here, it speaks volumes to their character that they have showed up to do the work much earlier than expected and on short notice. They will never understand how much I appreciate all they have done for me.

There are times when living in a rural area can be frustrating. There are days when I would give anything to have more shops, restaurants and amenities available, but in moments like now, when small town friendships have been my saving grace, I am so thankful that I live in a small community full of wonderful people.

I might not have know everyone first hand that has come to work on this project, but there isn't one of them that I do not somehow have a friend or relative connection too. So thank you, to every single person that made a recommendation, every one who called a friend of a friend and made this happen.

When this is all over, there will be one huge party to show my appreciation.

I've got to go now, I here equipment driving by and I need to see what is next!

Have a wonderful weekend!

The view from my new back door!

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