Had a morning meeting today to go over (again) our restructuring plan. Nothing new to report. I worked from home after that.
Spent most of my lunch hour crawling on my stomach under my house. I'm having some foundation problems, so I thought I'd check it out. As is usually the case, the entry for the crawl space is the furthest point away from where I needed to examine.
Body surfing on the dirt, I looked around to see if there were any relics from the house's past that I could find. You would think a home built in 1920 would have something interesting to offer. Under my similar era bungalow in Houston I found a host of vintage bottles. No such luck here in Austin. Only thing I found was a rifle bullet. So either snipers lived in this house before me, or the opossums weren't planning on leaving without a fight.
Oh, and I found my perimeter beam sliding off its piers, so a couple of the floor joists are now suspended in air. Nice. Definitely need foundation people to come check this out.
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Did Chuck Whitman once live in your house?
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