I really love character and I love older homes. I wanted to keep a little of our old home in the new by leaving the brick on the back of the garage exposed in our new living room. One morning I made sure to tell the excavators about this and asked them to be careful as they were digging there so it wouldn't get scraped. Scrapes were all I thought to worry about. I underestimated the power of the bucket on the excavator (with an 84 year old driving it) and didn't think this could happen:
Mike felt terrible. How could I be mad? I wasn't. Just bummed and trying as quickly as possible to come up with a back up plan to keep my brick exposed at least partially... I came up with something that excited me even more than the original plan. (Even though I would have to change that plan again later because of the wall height. Still haven't figured out what to do there.)
They have since fixed the wall as best they could and it looks good. They used a hydraulic jack to straighten it and push the dent back out and a brick guy came to mortar it. The color is pretty darn close and we got lucky because the 2x6 exterior wall is right in the middle of the problem.
Things happen. (Like the power lines being hit, only out of power partially-really eerie- and only for a couple of hours. We've lost phone and internet 3 times. The shed was hit and is now leaning out of whack. And more I'm not even thinking of now. And more to come.)
Moving on.
But hey, if you are walking down Rainbow Drive and have the sudden urge to use the bathroom, we have a really cool blue port o potty you can use.
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