Moving day

Thursday was a big day on the near west side; a small limestone ranch was being moved from the vicinity of Tenth and the Bypass to a snug little spot at Eighth and Oak, a block and a half west of us, to be fixed up and sold by Bloomington Restorations Inc.'s affordable housing program. Awesome!
Although it took two and more maddening hours for Henry to agree to get dressed in the first place, once we arrived at our little neighborhood park and could see the house entangled in branches at the bottom of the hill, he was hooked.

A truck, pulling a tractor trailer, pulling a house on a flatbed! So much goodness!

Chainsaw!

I like this picture of the house's determined little face, chugging gamely up the hill in spite of the gaping hole in his temple.

The truck was actually in motion here.

The whole operation was so noisy and so thrilling that Henry needed to hold my hand for anchoring.

There it goes! We had to go home to welcome our lunch guests, but we later learned that just a block away from this point, the house got enmeshed again in branches.

James didn't care so much about all the hoopla and went home early.

The house around the corner. Henry was taken, too with the little tree trimming truck following behind, dubbing it "cute."

Another great point of interest: the naked guy who came out on his porch to snap pictures with his phone. (He was, in fact, wearing pants, but Henry was mightily curious as to why he came out "naked.")

Scything down a wayward branch.

I was amused that they had to take down the speed limit: 30 sign.