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the house is clad with untreated

12" X 1  1/4" cypress over a 1/4" plastic mesh that floats over house wrap allowing the house to breathe and stay dry.

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Trees are heaven  to live among, but when a 75' oak falls within 5' of your house with a thunderous crack and oceanic shaking of the ground... one can only thank those heavens for being spared. This happened three times.

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 Owing to a tiny tick and a sulfurous letter from a pipeline company, labor on the house pretty much stopped for 6+years. Eventually the pipeline co. was sent back to Texas and I was able to get the c/o... of course a house is never "finished".

A bow to the initial framing crew, the dream electricians (father and son, straight off the set of Green Acres), my Tasmanian Devil may care friend Gyorgy the Plumber and  my sister Carol, who always kept the lamp trimmed and burning.

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