It was a cold morning in January that had been anticipated for months on end.  January 23, 2013 was to be our dig day.  Mist exited our mouths not simply because our breath was warmer than the outside air, it exited because it was burning with excitement.  We were about to birth a house!

We were to meet our builder on the land at 8:30 that Monday morning.  Upon our prompt arrival, we were delighted to see that all initially integral parties were already there.  John was about to experience his second “Big Dig” (he’s from Massachusetts – the Big Dig), I my first.

With all the rain that had fallen from the sky since the start of the New Year, the dig did not happen.  It was more the Big Sink, literally.  The excavator sunk so far into the mud that instead of digging with the front arm shovel, it was used to push and lift the excavator from the sinkhole in which it found itself.

John and I were too despondent to stay until the excavator was reloaded onto the flatbed and driven away to await some future Big Dig in March.