Thursday, September 25, 2008
This is what you would see (moving clockwise):
too bad that I'm not any good at photoshop. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to do a panoramic
Here is the house report:
Footings are scheduled to be poured tomorrow provided they get inspected first.
So far, only a few items of concern:
1. the hole is pretty close to the post oak
2. the footings for the retaining wall appear to be coming up too high for the pervious pavers
I'm sure M will take care of things in the morning.
We are off to a wedding this weekend, then I head to San Antonio, Michigan, and finally to Salt Lake City to see Bud. It is going to be a crazy week!
I have asked M to keep up with the pictures. We will have to see how he does.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
It has begun!
Anybody, need some dirt? A&W are taking some, but we have plenty to go around.
So, A visited the site yesterday and caught our neighbor Mr J (I have a feeling that this is the first of many Mr J stories) guiltily wheeling his wheelbarrow across the street and taking dirt. She said "take all you want, they want you to take it" so he did, but was still feeling guilty. When M and I arrive on site for our first Friday Night Happy Hour, he quickly came out of his house and told us what he did. Then asked if he could take some more. We happily said yes.
But, even with A&W and Mr J and his wheelbarrow. We have plenty of dirt to remove from the site. Anybody want some?
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'
HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all you know.
We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.
History is being made."
Friday, September 12, 2008
So I asked M, how did it go?
he said it was pretty uneventful.
No parade, no confetti, no balloons from the ceiling. Nothing.
I guess surviving the Atlanta permitting process should be enough.
We meet with the builder on Sunday, hopefully we will be digging a hole next week.
Pictures to follow.