Saturday, 20 March 2010
We've been pleased at the timing because we have to do the plumbing, anyway, with separate pipes for used water and rain water. (Our neighbour says, "Poof! I'm not doing that." He will, though; they can check.)
Yesterday the workers and the mayor stopped by and pointed out that the current kitchen is in the middle of the house, between the two new sets of plumbing and has its own outlet. We can re-do it or pay a double water bill. Whoops!
So Nick is busy digging up the living room floor (packed earth) and drilling through two 2-foot stone walls to connect the kitchen plumbing with the new bit. I'm locked in the bedroom with the cats.
Today, when I came back into the bedroom after lunch, saying, "O.K. cats, let's go," Nala got up and followed me. I know that Chows are cats and our friends know that Chows are cats, but I didn't know that Chows knew they are cats.
Here's how Polo and Nick got the rain water tank and the roll of pipe to the back of the house. They rolled them up boards onto the trailer, drove the trailer up the hill to our neighbour's house in back of us and then rolled them down the hill, through the olive orchard, to the back of our property. And didn't tell me, so I could get the camera.
In other news, my other big toenail came off yesterday.