So I've waited a while to post the good - no fanfreakintastic - news about the Landmark Commission granting us permission to elevate our house. Maybe it was my paranoia that it was too good to be true and they'd suddenly decide to rescind their vote and they'd be calling any day to say "just kidding - no RAISE for you!"...
Maybe it was my fear of hard-core preservationists who might suggest that we're butchering our beautiful (and let me be clear here that when I say "beautiful" I am picturing the ol' gal in her glory around 1876 - NOT pre-Ike, because, let's be honest we had a ways to go in the cosmetics department!) house.
Or maybe it was the knowledge that, with the permission to elevate would come the jaw-dropping bill for undertaking the project.
All that aside, we are completely thrilled and so excited for the next steps. We certainly have the Commission to thank (and major props to Torgerson for his spectacular skills with AutoCad - see pic below of before and after) and can't wait to get this house up, up, and away - away from future floodwaters, away from the cold ground that keeps the place a "refreshing" 22 degrees in the winter, and away from the absolute cesspool that is the foot and a-half crawl space into which everything that is nasty in the world is kept. And is also perhaps the new and forever home of Will's Cadillac keys... A moment of silence for the keys please...
Goodbye disgusting, impossible-to-maneuver crawlspace. You are a black hole for Popeye's errant tennis balls, a veritable timeline of the history of beer in empty cans, and holder of a treasure trove of other garbage items we're destined to find when we can get on under there and explore you a bit more...
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