Driveway Replacement, #3.

We move right along. Destruction of the old driveway is complete, stone has been laid, wire reinforcement is partially in place, and with luck maybe this coming week we can see actual concrete getting poured. The dumpster and the Bobcat have been removed, but still nothing lacking 4WD could get into the drive because of clearance issues if nothing else. Some photos— no captions, I think it’ll be self-explanatory. I took them this morning so this is how it stands right now.

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Driveway replacement part 2

This is an ongoing thing, seems rainy June weather is asking and giving no quarter. Today was rainy, so no work was done. These photos are from late last week.


This one shows what, exactly, was under the concrete. Most of these are like that. No gravel– maybe pea gravel if that. Not much in the way or reinforcement– the stray rebar, but not nearly enough for a proper job. Playground sand. I kid you not, playground sand underneath the concrete. How on Earth they ever got away with that I’d not be knowing.

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That’s as it stands at the moment. Power is restored to the garage and to the rear bedrooms– you don’t want to think of the jury-rigged system I used to have Internet and limited power during the time the garage feed was torn up. No vehicle that isn’t a 4WD with a winch can reasonably hope to navigate the drive right now– rain has turned it into a sopping mess. If the weather will begin to cooperate, maybe we can get some progress.


Driveway replacement time.

It’s time to replace the old driveway. The old one had been quite possibly since the house was built (1963) so it’s way past time. The concrete is cracked, and as it happens was never properly laid to begin with so it’s a wonder it’s lasted as long as it has.

Work began in the garage, where the old floor had to be saw-cut along the foundation then broken up and hauled out. Then the patio and garage apron were next. Getting the patio out had the not entirely unexpected effect of bolixing the electric when the Bobcat lifted a section of concrete which just happened to have the wire that feeds the garage buried in it. Took out the electric to the back bedrooms too. Nice little short. We got that straightened out today, new electric lines properly laid.

Now the front section of the drive is asphalt, and is in terrible condition. We’re replacing that with concrete so it will be concrete from the street to the garage floor.

How about some photos?

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I reckon that’s enough for now. Work has progressed beyond the point you see here– though actually it’s still in the destruction phase– and with a little bit of good weather (this is June and it’s been raining– sometimes torrentially) maybe the job will be finished in a week or two.


How about some photos of a little house, eh?

I need to update this critter, and besides– I kinda made a promise that I would share something. So–.

A few years back– in fact before marriage #2, so I’m thinking 2005 or thereabouts– my then-girlfriend-to-be-wife and I went out to Galena, Illinois. We stopped off at the US Grant House/Museum (I’ll have to stop there again and get better photos, the ones I have from that trip are garbage– my fault, I tried to take indoor photos without flash) and on the grounds there is a small house that served as a place a family lived in way back when. There’s not much to look at. One room, heated by a stove in winter. The family slept upstairs– up ladder really– in a small loft above the main room, this loft was heated by the stove-pipe coming up through the loft on its way to the outside. By comparison, sleeping in my van is like sleeping in a palace. I mean, try to understand that people really lived like this– and were glad to have it. OK, here’s some photos, I’ll try not to butcher things too bad.


This sign mounted on the house explains the thing rather well.


The front entrance. Yes, this house– about the size of a garden tool shed– actually housed a family on the Illinois prairie.


Here’s the back/left side of the house. I’m not just a woofin’– this place was tiny.


Looking inside, to the left rear wall. The stove you see in the lower left provided heating and cooking in the winter months– I’m not sure I’d want to cook indoors in that place during the summer, but if they did that’s where they did it. The ladder leads to the sleeping loft “upstairs”. See a two-man saw hanging on the rear wall.


The right rear corner. Pretty much the rest of whatever furniture they may have had. No TV, no Internet, no microwave, probably only got the Sunday paper when they went into town to go to church, and since space was at a premium I can well imagine that the books they had were the Bible (goes without saying) and a handful of classics that no educated man could be without. Books like “Odyssey” the works of Shakespeare, that sort of thing.

So– that’s it for this edition of “This small house”.