I know some of you are itching for details about the house coming, and even moreso for some interior stuff, but I really want to document the basement.
While the trips to Warman to see our house were so fun, it was the ground breaking that made it real for me. About a month ago they dug our basement and I’ve never been so excited about dirt and cement before.
How many times over the years had I looked out over that field and squinted my eyes to imagine seeing our home there? And now it had finally begun.
My dear husband literally got greyer hair over the course of that week, though. It had been Saskatchewan’s snowiest winter on record. (And when Saskatchewan breaks snowfall records, we’re talking A LOT of snow.) It just kept falling, and falling, and falling, well into the end of April. And it was cold too. There were predictions of flooding of epic proportions. Not exactly what you want to hear when you have a house scheduled to come in mid-June, and need your basement dug stat.
But God knew. And even though the cold winter chill lingered far longer than any of us thought we could bear, beneath it all the snow slowly and efficiently melted into the ground meaning that there was, in fact, no flooding where we lived. The basement could go ahead, but we needed it dug NOW.
Fortunately my father-in-law’s close friend, Roy, owns an excavation company and they were ready to jump in as soon as they could. And Sean’s friend, Matt, works for a basement and foundation company that was able to get to us in a timely manner. (In fact, maybe so timely that the RM and the building permits were playing a bit of catch-up.)
So, like I said, between flood-watch, excavation, building permits, inspections, last-minute revisions of the drawings, mortgage stuff, foundation pouring, utility applications… etc. etc. (all while finishing tax season and beginning seeding) Sean’s hair actually got greyer over the course of a week. Poor guy.
But it happened. God took care of the details. Some key people stepped in and got things done. My smart, capable husband worked things out.
And we got to celebrate.
We thought the excavation would be on the Saturday, but Sean got a call on Tuesday that they could start that day. After working in the morning I whipped up a picnic lunch, rushed to the farm, and we waited and watched for the “digger” to break ground.
It was 27 degrees celsius that day. Super hot for May. But there were still piles of snow left on the ground. Oh, Saskatchewan. A memorable day, indeed.
The excavation was done that day, and when we went out for supper that night with friends, Sean received a call asking if the basement crew could start the next day. Um… yeah!
The basement guys worked really efficiently, and before we knew it we were looking at footings.
We took a lot of walks to go visit our basement.
We couldn’t wait to put all of the pieces together and see our house there.