The point of no return

I stopped by our house today, camera in hand. I think it's safe to say that we're at the point of no return now.



Apparently under the back porch there were one or two other concrete foundations--complete with beer whiskey bottles from the 1950's. I'll keep you posted, as things start to look better.

And just for comparison, this is what it used to look like on the outside:


I think I'm going to go lie down now. It's a bit shocking to see one's house & backyard looking like that, even if one is paying someone to do this.