Have you ever noticed how some people do not feel as if they have fully parked until they dock to something? It’s as if everyone is under some delusion that they are driving a boat and not a car. Most peculiar.

I swear I can’t go anywhere in town it seems without witnessing someone scrape the front of their car and bounce off one those concrete stops found in parking lots. It must give them a sense of completion… “I have arrived!”

It’s really odd.

Well, I had a similar problem here at the Madison House. Visitors to our home, or delivery drivers dropping off a package, would drive up past the end of the gravel driveway, nearly all the way up to the porch, as if it we were some kind of drive-through place of business.

What is wrong with people? Is this the result of excess fast food consumption? or perhaps excess pharmaceutical usage?

So, I planted shrubs and trees and they would try to dock to them! … sometimes running them over! The poor things.

Then, I put up a little picket fence and prayed that folks would stop short of hitting it. I put pointy little spikes on top of each picket to signal danger ahead.

It worked!

Maybe… they should put picket fences in parking lots?

Originally posted 2015-03-27 15:21:18.

One of the many attributes of a stone wall is that they will create a whole new active environment. The addition of a dry laid stone wall to the landscape creates many new places where small creatures can “hide and reside”.

It can bring a yard to life.

That can be a good thing if you get cute little furry chipmunks. Or a bad thing, if you get mice and snakes. It’s a good idea if you live in the country, with a stone wall, to have good cat to keep things “in balance”.

Originally posted 2015-03-27 14:38:41.

Do you want to know what the worst thing is about building your own home?

Well, it’s the fact that you don’t have a whipping boy. There is no one there to blame when things go wrong, no one to fuss at about how the budget has been blown, no one to whine too about how much something costs.

That’s part of the job of being a builder it seems, to be the whipping boy for the clients. It might as well be in the contract. Over time builders become thankful when it’s just a whine that they hear and not a scream. lol

Originally posted 2015-03-27 14:14:40.

I always enjoy seeing the creativity that goes into making a scaffolding for the masons to work off of.

Here they are making the final touches to the top of the chimney.

This chimney would provide flues for two fireplaces, one in the first floor cabin and one in the second story master bedroom… also there was flue for a woodstove in the main family room.

Originally posted 2015-03-26 21:29:10.

The Madison House looked huge from this perspective… at least to this old country boy, who had once lived in a tent for eight months, when he first got married… and in a travel trailer for five years, during his youth.

But 2,600 square feet for a family of five was just right… maybe even, a bit small.

There are a few things I’d like to point out here in this photo…

Originally posted 2015-03-26 15:40:11.

And then… BAM!!!

The peaceful tranquility of building the first floor deck by myself was gone.

The construction process goes fast during this period. New walls go up all the time. Windows are being installed.

I can’t help but notice the mess… the chaos… of all the equipment and materials that are everywhere. Level areas are at a premium when you build on a sloped site and so any unused spot is quickly filled.

Once the rough carpentry was finished and the tradesmen began their work (plumbers, electricians, and such) my focus drifted to the log cabin work.

Originally posted 2015-03-26 15:19:04.

Here’s a photo of the first floor deck of the Madison House. I had finished installing the floor joists and am now putting down the plywood decking. My young family would often bring dad lunch and to see how their new home was coming along. It just doesn’t get any better than that.

I’ve said it before… I love this stage of construction. What was envisioned in the mind, and then put on paper, is now appearing as masonry and wood. A dream becomes realty.

There on the deck you may notice my Makita saw. When it comes to saws, without a doubt, Makita is my favorite. They are a pure pleasure to hold and to work with.

When it came time for me to buy a saw I made the mistake of looking at the price tags. I bought another brand of saw, because it was a few dollars cheaper. I was so thankful a couple years later when that saw died, so that I could at last buy the saw I originally wanted.

I think of that lesson every time I look at my blue saw… what a pleasure it is to have what you want. It is always worth paying more to get what you want, rather than living in misery with something inferior, longing for the day of acquiring your dream.

Originally posted 2015-03-26 14:55:29.

Originally posted 2015-03-25 16:46:41.

It was time to lay stone.

I love stone. I can’t get enough of it. Every time I build, I try to incorporate it. And every time, it blows my budget. But, it’s worth it.

For the Madison House I bought salvage rights to an old bank-barn’s foundation. The barn that had sat upon that foundation had been removed years before by someone else. The farmers were glad to get the remaining unsightly danger removed. And I was excited to get such fine stone for my home. West Virginia sandstone, oh yeah!

It took twelve dump truck loads to deliver it to the site… that’s 240 tons of stone… and I used every stone to build the foundation, chimney, and two massive retaining walls.

Folks are always asking me how would it cost for you to build that house for me? This is just one of many, many reasons I can never answer the question. If I had to buy this rock at the local retail rock center it would likely cost $70,000. On the other hand, I might be able to find an old foundation that a farmer might sell to me at a price much less… but how much will he want for it? and how much will it cost to get it delivered?

Originally posted 2015-03-25 16:14:23.

One of the many benefits of adding on that little log cabin was how it “aged” the entire home.

I found that even as I was building the home that visitors would often tell me how great of a job I was doing in “restoring that old home”. People who lived in the area would come up the driveway and would comment about how they “never knew there was an old house up here”. And delivery drivers would often ask “How old of a house is it?”

This photo was taken a year or so after completion. I would find that ten years later, after the plantings were matured that there were some people that I could not convince that the home was nearly new.

For me, those were all the greatest compliments I could get.

Mission accomplished.

Originally posted 2015-03-25 15:47:46.