It's official! The (de)struction crew arrives next week to take off the single-car garage and the porch, since they can't lift it with the house. Mike has already been tearing off siding and saving it (when you live on the farm, you save everything. It's a rule.) Then they'll disconnect the utilities, and we'll have to move out. They're hoping to have the house "lifted" on Friday, August 1st. It's actually staying in one spot, but the new foundation will be two feet lower (now you get the title!) than it is now, so my dad will be able to stand up in the basement and not knock his head on the joists. I just want dry weather, and to get back in the house before school starts.
The door between basement rooms. The ceiling is 6 feet high. One room has a (broken) cement floor, and the other has dirt. We (meaning Mike again, I Don't Go Down There) added drainage pipe and gravel the year after we moved in, right after our first big rain put out the pilot light on the water heater.
Looking into the crawl space under the kitchen. 
Inside the crawl space. This is why plumbers make so much money. Mike and one of his buddies put the insulation in the "ceiling". They had to slide in on their backs, and when Mike turned to his side, he found himself face-to-face with a dead rat. Eeeeeewwww! He says it was more than one, but they were so old they were hard to identify. Which is strangely comforting, 'cuz if they'd been "fresh" I would be living in town by now.