subterranean life

the last two months we've been working in the basement. and just to be clear, the equation "we" looks something like this: the square root of 92% joren (plus) 6% beth (divided by) my unfailing "good enough" work ethic

i am, however, still in charge of scooping the cat box and buying cereal.

moving the stink line...

digging up the basement... note the kayaks hanging from the ceiling. poor, sad, lonely kayaks.

we took out the slab and lowered the floor about a foot and a half. no hobos were unearthed.

somebody pooped a couple of times on the gravel-y floor. joren blamed coconut, but i have my doubts.