Incrementalism

This term usually refers to important things, like changing health policy or eliminating the gender pay gap. But it seems a fitting way to describe the gradual changes underway at Loveless over the past two months.

Then again, the crawl to the finish line in Phase I Construction gave us chance to discover and solve the water-in-the-basement issue before we started hanging drywall.

In celebration of incrementalism, I submit today’s posting: the new sink.

Lovely, undermount sink ... and running water to boot!



Hoping to find a new use for this weeSink at some point.



Spring sprung a leak

One of the lessons of Loveless (that I can’t always sustain in other aspects of my life) is that it’s helpful to adopt a belief that things will work out, eventually. 

And so it was when water from the spring snow melt began seeping under the weeHouse windows and dripping into the walkout basement. In at least four spots.

Steady drip ran right along the windows in front and back.




Bamboo floors took on water, too. An easy fix if floor had been laid down lengthwise, as in the original construction.  



Eventually, the builder and the architect stood side-by-side looking at the problem and figuring out a solution. We’re hoping that the fixes -- combined with a gutter system Chris and I will install in the coming weeks -- will do the trick.

Done fishin’

I knew it was a roll of the dice when I plunked down $50 for my first ever fishing license on August 28, 2011. I bought it thinking that even though it was a big price for a short season -- it expires March 31, 2012 -- I’d support the Wisconsin DNR and hopefully start bonding with the hot-pink ice fishing rod Chris got me last year.

Who knew that the weeProject on Loveless Lake would linger well into March, and that the ice fishin’ season would be cut off months early with our freakishly (wonderfully so) warm winter?

On March 6, Chris made a materials delivery to Loveless on what turned out to be a balmy 60-degree record setter. Trucks were still driving on the lake, even though the fishing holes had melted enough to swallow a tire and the tracks were slushy enough to chill a beer.

Good thing the summer fishing season is just around the corner, on May 2.