I’ve been away for a few days. Returning is always bittersweet. I have missed some important activity. When I return, I almost feel as though I’ve lost some control. And yet, there is joy in seeing progress.
After I walked up to the lot from the ferry, I was met with so many questions (mine and the people’s on site) that I felt overwhelmed. One of the first requirements for me (before I checked the RV for the mouse harvest or unloaded my supplies for the weekend) was to head up to the granite quarry in Sechelt to hand-pick and tag about 30 flat rocks for use as stairs in our water feature/landscape design. That was exciting.
The guys from Endless Rain were here, scoping out the rock situation, the not-so-final grade, and the “product” that had been delivered for our water feature/rainwater collection/toilet-flushing systems.
Kyle was here to move sand for the studio floor and land-forming. The building crew was here trying (unsuccessfully) to finish the back-framing for the drywallers, and the studio floor and water-proofing for the back-filling. They had to move the scaffolding out of the way for the excavator, and have been doing a lot of site-cleaning/equipment-moving for the drywallers and excavator. I find myself getting annoyed at some of the places they moved things to, or where the trades have decided to put/toss perfectly good recyclables. But, I just have to breathe in, breathe out, and methodically rearrange things or let them go. Am I a control-freak?
