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Alot of the addition work will complete some earlier efforts started 6 years ago. |
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Poor me. For 6 years my shop has had no hardwired phone, no cable, no water supply, and no waste lines. Even in a heated & cooled shop, a sensitive guy needs his phone, TV & toilet. Out with the woe, and in with the flow (of water, etc.). Penetrating the shop's small utility room floor, a 4" PVC waste line (with interior & exterior cleanouts), a 1" fresh water supply line, and 2 conduits (for coax, cat-5 & fiber) are in. 
Name that Pipe -- Okay, starting with the clump running vertically: 3/8 copper propane supply, 2 empty 1" conduits (light blue) running to the shop, retaining wall landscape water supply (1st black pipe), shop fresh water supply (2nd black pipe), 2 underground electrical supply lines for retaining wall effects, a 4" waste line for the shop, and lastly a 3rd empty conduit for further retaining wall effects.
Running horizontally is the main septic waste pipe, and not visible are a 6" and a 4" corrugated drain for incidental damming along the retaining walls.
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The existing electrical service had a few problems, not the least being the overhead service pole in the addition footprint. We were maxed out at 70amps, our 100amp box was full, and the utility pole was unsightly 3' from our kitchen window. Well, the pole is gone, the new 200amp underground wire has been laid, and a temporary meter base has been located out of the way for this project. Check out the nifty "OSB conduit" box which holds the rest of the new service cable (to be permanently routed underground after the addition has been backfilled). Here's the best part: we have the temporary service wire running through the house, suspended from the ceiling on eyelets! It's a great for chin ups and drying laundry. |
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Aug. 27 -- One track hoe, one bulldozer, 2 guys with chainsaws and a chunk of State highway cash violate the grove of trees between our shop and the highway. Anticipating the invetible road reallignment project, we set-up a passive resistance protest, a little Ghandi Whitehall style. I had a little stand up in the tallest Sycamore, bunson burner, some old issues of National Lampoon and about a dozen funked-out, patchouli long-hairs chained to the trunk. It was great. The alternative paper said they'd do a story on it, NPR said "super" then we got disconnected, I guess, and our Mayor drove by (well, somebody in a Volvo did go by...). The plan was starting to flourish, but then... man oh man, did I have to pee. Thirty-minutes in a tree stand after a gallon of morning coffee can get the best of us. I hopped down, bolted in the house, came back out, and the trees were all gone, and the hippies, too. Later, one of the hippies told me the reason they left was because I said, "I gotta kiss lime a mace Doris" as I climbed down the tree. That's not at all what I said, but he thought it made perfect sense.
Here, the chain gang on the road crew install a new culvert under our driveway. While digging up the old one, the back hoe operator kept unearthing old logs and misc fill (eg: concrete blocks) as deep as 8' below the existing surface. Harold explained that a good portion of our frontage was march-like, swampy most months of the year. When the property was developed, the owner dumped everything he could lay his hands on into the marsh to extend the useable yard space to the road. (That's my dad and Harold in the upper left, by the way. I could hear them saying "pull my finger", "no", "c'mon, pull my finger"... and I couldn't tell which one was saying what.) 
Harold directs the chain gang. |
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