Today Chico and I went to see how the guys were doing on the granary.

It is pretty snowy.

Who’s been here?

“Make this dumpster my own.”

The house is about as ripped apart as it is going to get.

Some leveling has been done, and some new piers will get made and placed. For now, they are doing what my dad says is the only useful thing he learned in the service – “if it wobbles, shim it.”

And those are (temporary) shims holding my floor level. Or as level as it is going to get.

Digging around under the floor boards, they found an old receipt book from the granary. I’ll get a picture of it one day and post it. The receipts contained are from the summer of 1914, so I know the building is at least that old.

After making Jake late for his lunch break, we took a snow shoe.

The snow is deeper than Chico’s chest in many places, so for going any distance, he wants to follow as I break trail.

I did get him out in “the rough” once or twice.

Dog out front on the way home.

We didn’t go nearly as far as I wanted to, I ran into drifts that I couldn’t lift my foot high enough to get through, and wimped out. But we were gone long enough that just as I was ready to leave, a truck showed up, backing into the driveway, beeping.

It was the first load of materials to be delivered. That means the demolition is ending and the construction is starting. Exciting!

“C’mon back, c’mon back…”

If the universe agrees, we’re going to try USDAA agility in Westborough, Mass this coming weekend. I’m signed up for two classes Saturday and four on Sunday…I doubt that we’ll do all of that, and we might not even go at all if Chico backslides, but today he was darned active and didn’t seem sore.