By the end of the day, they had the footers in for the walls and support columns, and the crane had delivered the forms for the walls:
In other news, we walked around the extremely muddy neighborhood until our shoes got too heavy to drag out of the mud:
Also: our neighborhood used to be a wheat field. Parts of it still are:
We also met our soon-to-be-down-the-street neighbors, whose names were (I think) Larry and Linda. They've got a son that's a year younger than Liza, and a daughter that's three. They're in addition to our other neighbors Jerry and Lona, and Brad and Britney, and Sheila and whatever her husband's name is that neither of us can remember and her son Austin. Looks like this time we might actually know the names of more than two neighbors on our street! Huzzah!