CNSTRCTN, VOL. IX, #2 "And the Walls Came Tumblin' Down..."

Memories, like birds--fleeting.  They must be grasped and held in heart's hands.

At long last, thaw having kicked in, workmen have been quite
active this past week.  Walls down, doors sealed to keep
blogger (?) out, banging at both both construction areas, and so on.  This last Friday was a real chance for the men to do much, especially at the CRC end, because the students weren't here.  The loud banging and thumping began early and lasted until the job
was finished. The photo shows how much of the work there
was done.  The mess was cleared up quickly by the shovel that had created the mess in the first place, knocking down walls by just banging on them with the shovel.  A front loader that could still get from the driveway was probably assisting.  By the time the men left, that approach was no longer available since they had already placed a long stone across it.  The shovel vehicle probably came in from the east opening which is still just that--no wall begun there yet.

At the other end, the same advance is going on.  Noise from that area was heard even earlier last week when the rain prevented any photo-taking.  Even this photo required some puddle-jumping inside the restricted area (blogger just put on her wings and floated in).  Enough of the wall that is remaining, it is hoped, allows you to place what you are viewing.  The roof above is not sealed yet and the skylight is still open, so the floor looks and is still wet.  This is an interesting photo to enlarge to give you a better sense of what is visible beyond the row of posts.


Meanwhile, above the chapel area, work was also in progress.                         The lights came down (almost forgot that they were still up since only the workers' big light had been in use) and sit patiently in two places on the floor.  At least one bid was made by a staff member for a few of them.  It will be interesting to see how she will use them if she actually gets them.



The workers are here on Presidents' Day, making up for lost time.  Drilling can be heard from the old library area, sounds like.  We shall see just as we always do (mostly!).  That means you will want to stay posted while blogger tries to keep on posting.  Au revoir.