These pictures already seem like ancient history even though they occurred last week. Like that Judybats song, I apparently live in a time of my own filled with ever new and greater goings on.

Ever the gracious host, I will still jump into my time machine, crank the dial, and pull the lever, taking you all the way back to one week ago when the stone age was still in effect and the monoliths rose from the ground to the tune of Zarathustra.

Lumber arrives

Observant time travelers may notice signs that a new day was already dawning; the wooden age arrived by semi-truck and shiny orange forklift at the very moment of the stone age’s greatest triumph. The stone age would be buried forever beneath man’s progress and the power of tools.

The first floor system all set up

Along with the wood (well, not ON the same truck, but within the same day) came my father and his assistant Daniel. Together we embarked upon a wonderful little primal dance with tools in hand. Sawdust flies, sweat flows, wood groans, and walls will soon stand.

Some native chipmunks arrived to sift the chaos. They brought ceremonial headgear.

The floor goes down and the garage walls go up as we get ready for the real fun as walls get added to the living space.

Well kiddies, it has been really retro-fun time travelling with you and all, but I know that any more exposure to the toxic gamma rays could seriously warp your reality (as if it weren’t already, anyway….) Tune back in tomorrow and if I am still able to find the energy to wiggle my fingers there may be more time traveling, housebuilding shenanigans. So long time travellers… for now.


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