My house is a very very very crooked house. That's not so unusual for these parts, where the Texas Gumbo soil dries out every summer, making cracks so wide we used them as forts when I was a kid.
This house was crooked when we bought it, but over the last ten years it's gotten steadily worse. Over the past year, the garage has apparently stopped speaking to the house, and they've grown apart. So much so, that I began to be concerned that they would reach the point where reconciliation would be impossible.
Not wanting the burden of another broken relationship on my conscience, I decided it was time to get the foundation leveled. Today, they dug the hole for the piers. It's rather alarming.
This is what you see if you try to go out my back door. I was encouraged to see that there is actual rebar in my foundation. I was surprised to see that there was a brick walk under my paver walk. Who knew?
Another look at the holes. There are similar holes every three feet all the way around my house. And I think three in the garage, although I didn't look.
I'm hoping they will be able to pour the piers tomorrow. It's supposed to be cold and rainy and maybe even snowing. Of course.