Freedom house and the basement of adventure!

As those of you who know me in the flesh have been told endless times, I’m still doing lots of work around the new house. My current mania is leveling out the floors (I’m almost done) via the use of a system of jacks.

On Saturday I was installing a new jack and was tilling the dirt floor of the basement to create a level spot for the jack. I came across what could have been a bone, and then the shovel struck a hard surface. I decided to dig out whatever it was while saying to myself “Please don’t be a body, please don’t be a body”. Did I mention that my basement bears a strong resemblance to the basement in Silence of the Lambs?

Happily it was only a lump of old concrete with nothing underneath. Later it occurred to me that if it were a body the police would have to dig out the entire basement to look for more, which would save me the trouble of doing it later.

Last night I was adjusting one of the jacks (the initial setup by a previous owner was done poorly) when the ladder turned on a piece of soft ground and I fell off the thing. The support jack I was adjusting then had no support and fell on my neck as I lay on the ground. Happily it didn’t land that hard and I’m just a little sore.

And that’s what I’ve been doing lately.