If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my husband during our long and happy marriage, it’s that he doesn’t like to rush things.
Projects that should take a day, take a week. Projects that should take a week, take a month. Projects that should take a month, well… you get the idea. He’s been working on our big barn for what seems like forever and it’s still not finished.
So our baby barn/shed needs to be torn down and rebuilt. Husband decided the frame of the building and the existing wood on the roof were sound, and is attempting to tear down the rotten parts and rebuild around them.
First off is the old shingles.
There’s no real reason for this picture other than the fact I love to see a man sweeping.
It’s porn for women.
But I digress…..
Shingles off the front side, tar paper off the lower half.
Section of roof off… so he can remove the section of wall below.
It was at this point he decided to level the building.
And that involved stomping all my flowers into the dirt, which made me….
And run for a trowel.
Flowers dug up…
Potted and moved to the relative safety of the big barn porch.
Of course by the time I’d turned around, he’d stolen bricks and edgers from my garden beds to raise the building.
Which made me….
And run to gather them up before I was left borderless.
One new section of wall in place, old section of roof replaced.
If you’re wondering how long this operation took?
An entire 4 day holiday weekend.
Yes, 4 friggin’ days!
Reason being, my husband is the least organized man on earth and had none of the materials he needed when he started this project and kept having to run to the store… a half an hour away. He can also never find any of his tools and spends 20 minutes cursing and kicking things over looking for them until he gives up and asks me.
Of course he also had to get a haircut, have breakfast with the boys, hit a yard sale, drive an hour to complain to the man who painted his truck last year because it’s already starting to chip, visit his brother, sharpen the lawn mower blades, stop at the pub for a beer and wash his car. Did he have to do all that while trying to rebuild the baby barn?
No. He did not.
But now you see why weekend projects take months.
Fast forward to Monday afternoon. We lay out and cut tar paper…
While a storm moves in.
Have you ever tried to lay tar paper on a roof in the wind and rain?
It’s not fun. Yours truly was on the other ladder and had to put her phone inside so there aren’t any pictures of me soaking wet and wind blown…. laying across the paper as it was ripping off the roof in a deluge.
Good times.
At this rate, I think the project will be done by the time Elon Musk reaches Mars….
Or Richard Simmons stages a comeback.
Stay tuned.
If the barn is in that bad-a-shape, you’re lucky he didn’t fall through. That would not have been good.
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Oddly enough the framing structure is sound, and the roof wood was dry and strong. Thankfully… as falling through would not have been good, no.
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I understand this process.
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Then please explain it to me….
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I can’t break the guy code 😉
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Of course not.
😬
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I was going to ask if this was the same barn you showed a while back that looked like it was on the verge of collapse… because I was wondering what in the hell he was doing standing on the roof of a death trap like that!
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It’s the same one. And he’s a brave… if often foolhardy…. soul.
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It would have taken less time to knock it down and build a new one 🙄, lol
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Don’t think I haven’t said that…. more than once.
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Some projects are like a fine bourbon. It’s in the sippin’, not the getting it into the belly in a timely fashion.
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Oh, he’s definitely sippin’….
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“Reason being, my husband is the least organized man on earth” that is one of the 5 million reasons he married you because you are the MOST organized woman on earth—right?
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Exactly. That’s also the number one reason we can’t work together…
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Like Dan says, I understand this process so I must be a guy with boobs.
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What process? There is no processs!!!
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That in itself is a process 😉
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You two work well together… Not to accomplish anything, but you work well together…
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We rock at accomplishing nothing. Thank you for recognizing it…
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The porno for women made me cackle like a witch. I tell ya, for romantic gifts, I’d take vacuuming any day over roses.
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I woke up one morning to the husband mopping the kitchen floor. Okay, he’d spilled a pot of coffee… but it still made me hot.
😈
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I am glad to see that there’s some progress and that you have not lost your sense of humor as the hours tick by… waiting… for your little barn… to be born again.
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I have to laugh. It keeps me from screaming….
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I get that.
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Ah. I thought my husband was the original man without a plan, but I may have been in error…
I loved screaming over the fleurs. Great post!
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No plan, ever. Flies by the seat of his pants. And he works for the FAA, you’d think he’d know better!
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IRONY
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