It’s not that nothing has been going on at the building site. It’s just that the paparazzi have been distracted.

While the three Big Fockers, Jan, Kendra & Kim, headed to Missouri to pack up the remains of a convenience/fishing/gardening store, several important steps happened.

Shea, Penny & Katie from Shewmaker painting took a bit of time out of their busy day to power wash the building that will become the back wall of Shack v2.2. Stephen the Electrician stopped by to remove the weird contraption/conduit art project that would have been in the way of Shewmaker Painting’s…painting. Until Stephen the Electrician removed it.

Doc, Stephen and Shannon from Morrell Construction have conducted several important summits involving much kicking of dirt, pointing to invisible structures, scheming and plotting.

Tomorrow, the Next Big Thing happens: First delivery of steel for the really big, egregiously engineered warehouse foundation.

It’s an overpass. Or as Doc says, “You’ll be able to land the Space Shuttle on it.” (Which we’d love to try. If only somebody would give us the top secret Space Shuttle booking number we’d be happy to call for a reservation.)

The only bad news is that, during the torturous 6-month crawl to the building permit, plywood prices nearly tripled. Supply and demand. It happens. Dammit.

Now we’re wondering if there’s a dark alley black market for plywood. If there is we’ll go there immediately.

Tripling prices just… kinda…make you want to rat up your hair, redden your eyes, pull up to the dark alley in a ’62 Fairlane with lots of Bondo on the fenders… get a desperate expression on your face, whack the big veins at the bend of your elbow and whisper, hoarsely, “Hey, buddy. I just need a taste. Can you hook me up with some OSB? C’mon, man! I need it. Have some pity.”