Learning to crawl space/Goodbye Norma Jean

Took Friday off to deal with the crawl space. It was one of the remaining creepy scary things about the house that had to be exorcised. Have a welter of scraped patches along my spine to show for it. Also 3 yards of drain rock that was formerly in the driveway is now down below (with a lot of help from Tom and Johnny.) There is much more to do: Spreading the gravel over the ground, laying a plastic vapour barrier on the ground (or stapling it under the floor joists, which is the much more time-consuming but correct route). There are still a few metal ducts to remove from the old oil heating system, and bits of garbage, food wrappers, toys etc. to pick up. But it is looking and smelling a lot better.

The only good thing I found in the crawl space was an old picture of Marilyn Monroe, black and white, laminated on wood. I cleaned it up but it disappeared amid the growing jumble of building supplies in the garage. I have not found Jimmy Hoffa down there yet, but I'm not ruling it out.

I was going to include a photo of the crawl space, but this picture that Nellie took in the garden at Fallingdowne is much nicer.