Today, I am resting after spending several hours yesterday doing various projects in our crawlspace. It's a challenging place to work in. If you were 5'3" you could easily stand up in the crawlspace at the front of our house. If you were 2'7" however, you would hurt your head if you tried it at the rear.
Whenever I go down there, I find myself just sitting and taking in the underpinnings, the wiring, the plumbing, etc. Usually, I'm marveling at the huge old-growth redwood timbers the house was constructed from. I try not to look too hard at the truly shoddy recent construction down there.
Things I learned under the house:
- If you dig a two-feet deep hole it will collect six inches of ground water.
- A lazy electrician spent some time down there about fifty years ago.
- The "Old Girl" has good bones.
- Walking in a crouch is nearly impossible for me unless I grab my pants leg by the knee and lift my legs one at a time.
- Unsupervised carpenters need supervising.
- I need to get a sump pump.
- I need a time machine so I can go back eighty years and get good, honest, durable materials and skilled, meticulous carpenters ( OK, maybe we just need to do a better job of finding them in the here-and-now).
- Emerging from a dark place, filthy and exhausted, having accomplished something, is extremely gratifying.