Bye-bye Stairs. Bye-Bye.

I've always had this fear that some drunk friend would fall off of our back staircase at a party. Now there isn't even a staircase to fall off of. I'll be glad when we can use the back door as an exit again...

Uh-Oh...

We had a set back here at Casa de Shithole.

The plan was to pour a "sister" foundation just inside the shitty existing foundation and bolt the two together. (See existing shitty foundation, crumbling at the left.)

Well, at about three in the morning on Rob's 40th birthday, the existing foundation gave up the ghost and caved into the trench that had been dug for the sister foundation. Those bars peeking out under the siding in the second picture were the cage for the new foundation. They had already been drilled into the new foundation.

Our contractor was uncomfortable with us staying in the house in this condition, so we moved out for a few days while he raced to get everything stabilized. More on that in my next post!