With a weekend alone, I had big plans for my tools which included fencing, drywall, trim, winning the lottery, and retiring early. Apparently I was a little too ambitious with the list. (Me? Never.) Also, the curse of what we’ll call the “bank tube incident” followed me through the weekend and it was just one. thing. after. the. next. slowing me down.
The One Thing That Got Done
This… Became this… (In theory at least. The first image is actually of the window I didn’t finish because I ran out of primer and then the heavens opened up and dumped 20 gallons of rain directly on to my head.) It doesn’t feel like we’ve make significant progress on “cleaning the place up” as it were. But after looking at some before pictures… It’s possible we are making a little progress. Granted, the whole thing needs a coat of paint (definitely on the list for first thing in the spring – I’m thinking a cream color), and the spacing on those windows is a little weird without the door there. Something a trellis with a nice flowering vine or some shutters around the windows will take care of. The trim itself was pretty easy, if not time consuming – I had to rip down 8 boards per window and fit them precisely in the channels left in the efis. All of that fun is captured on video to complete my “three part series” of silent films on building the custom window, assuming MysteryMan and I ever purchase a computer that can handle editing the video without spontaneously combusting.
Like a Sawdust Plant Exploded in my Face
Thus ends the things I actually checked off my list this weekend… though I did put a pretty sizable dent in making the shop a place you could walk 3 steps in without injuring yourself. Hey look! A shop without a floor! My reactions to this are actually mixed between shock (at the amount of sawdust) and awe (at that wonderful light from those windows. I love those windows.) Seriously… I know it’s hard to believe but I actually didn’t create this mess. I was minding my business digging holes while this disaster took place. But it definitely reinforced the idea of building a lumber-rack of some sort this winter. Do you want to play a game called, “how many sizes of lumber do you see in this picture?” I see: 1×6, 1×8, 1×12, 2×3 (yes, they make those), 2×4, 2×6, some 2×12 scrap… and some non-dimensional beams. So I guess if Lowe’s ever runs out of anything, you know where to come.
Portrait of a DIY Saturday
Not much different from any other Saturday, really. I forgot how much I liked a good ball cap, actually, but I’ve confiscated this one from MysteryMan and I’m becoming quite fond of it. He still refers to it as “his” even though he’s never actually worn it. A few more weeks and it will have enough “girl cooties” that he’ll probably give up on it.
New Old Endings
The Country has its failings, but one thing it does better than anywhere else? I grew up with sunsets like these, and I’ve missed them. This time next year, MysteryMan and I will be able to sit on our new wraparound porch and enjoy the show. (And some days, the thought of that is the only thing that keeps me slogging through 4 wheelbarrow loads of sawdust.)