the exciting part,

Greetings from Eleuthera.

Okay, I think this picture says the most, if I had to pick one. Just in case I get hit by a bus or swept off by a twister, I thought I'd get this one up here so that you guys have SOMEthing to see to understand what's up, in case any one happens to... ya know... read this. (you guys sure are quiet out there, if you are reading).

Anyway. That's my man Zhivago. As in "Dr." He's also known as Rasta, the Physician of Excavation. He's pretty damned good, man, I'll say. One of the teeth fell off the excavator, and he used it to pick through the debris very delicate- like. Like a surgeon. As my friend Benjamin once said (are you reading this, you old fart?) You have to treat it gently, like a woman... but not as gently as you might think.

Anyway, he's pretty good, I ran around pointing at what I wanted done and running up and down the hill scoping it out, marking stuff, etc., and he dug it out, shaped it and flattened it. This took about three days, almost 2 grand, but well worth it. I'm borrowing him again tomorrow, and we're gonna dig the septic field, a flat spot on the bottom of the lot, and clean up some of the debris. The money though, yikes, it be a-flyin out the do.





The floor plan is looking kinda like this now, I don't know if you can see it from these jpegs, but it's 50 wide, 30 deep, kinda. 2 Stories, and the garage is where you drive in from the hill above.

I'm gonna post this and take a look...