We call it The Treehouse because it's, well, a little rickety. Recall the discovery that the floor isn't attached to the walls -- it sort of just sits on six stilts that sit on ground, & go up through the room to hold up the floor & roof, four of which rest on landscaping bricks, like this:
While in The Treehouse, please don't make any sudden movements.
We had an engineer over here to do some measurements for the future rehab of the Haunted Garden Shed, & he wouldn't even step foot in there.
Mr. Bunkport discovered this week that the room is, well, sort of only barely attached to the rest of the house. Unsettling, but we actually aren't using the room at all, after having discovered its true rickety nature, so not unsettling in a "we really dodged a bullet" way. More in a "ok, how much is this going to cost" sort of way.
Jackie actually had her 20+ year-old washing machine (you know, the kind that dances around during the spin cycle) in here, so surely it can't be that bad. Ahem. Well, still, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of a trip to the Emergency Room when the room falls off the back of the house.
So Bunkport & Company have started tearing things up. This is what I came home to find:
Look! The outside! So breezy!
Watch your step!
The view from the outside:
Look! It's the inside of The Treehouse!
Notice how this joist on the left of the photo isn't actually attached to the wall.
So, we're a month out from being able to use the room, but hey, we have every reason to be optimistic that before too long, all will be well:
The materials that will soon be holding up The Treehouse.
A more worrisome sign of trouble to come in the backyard:
SOMETHING HAS DUG UP & EATEN ONE OF MY GERMINATING PEA SEEDS
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