The lifting of our house has begun and so have all the happenings of things that occur when you do good and big things. They come with problem solving, both enjoyable and unpleasant, but always somethings and things to do.
We are teetering in the air. We call it our tree house now. It sounds a bit creepy, but is much more exciting than I thought it would have been. When you sit on our mid century red couch and someone walks across the room you feel the wobble-wobble. After a few days we have begun to barely even notice it.
How is a house lifted?
First they take two long beams (about forty seven feet in our case) and they are placed under the house. That takes about a day, the steel beams are very large and unwieldy on a small suburban street. Next, the cribbings are placed like giant jenga pieces, and the layering begins. Within the cribbings, hydraulic pumps are placed, six hydraulic pumps for six cribbings. There is a control board on the bed of the truck with a lever on it that says “Raise and Lower” and numbers that list the numbers of one to fourteen. The lever is firmly pushed and slowly the numbers move towards fourteen, a little over a foot at a time. At this point they stop and time to add more cribbings and the hydraulic pump is moved to the top of the cribbings for the next lift. This goes on about ten times. It takes about four hours to get eleven feet.
Once everything is finished, Kevin, in his very quick and efficient fashion (with the help of Matt, the best kind of friend ever) had all the essentials (water, sewer, gas) connected. He also made some very beautiful (in their simplicity), long, and functional stairs.
Now on to the foundation…