Let’s face it, there’s going to be a weekly baby barn update for the duration of the deconstruction/construction.
Which, at this point…. I figure will end sometime between Jesus, isn’t it done yet? and If I have to pry one more splinter out of my hand, I’ll shoot myself in the head and call it good.
Walls.
If you’re an immigrant during this administration? Not Good.
If you’re a rotting baby barn circa 1974? Very good.
Here’s a pic of the husband using his vintage (what feels like 50lb) saw.
You’ll notice he’s hunched over and applying pressure. That’s because the damn thing shimmies like a tilt a whirl on crack and might fly apart if you don’t.
Walls.
They’re a good thing. But sometimes…
You see where I’m going with this?
From the outside all looks well.
From the inside, things went a little squirrelly on the right.
Crooked?
Do we care?
We do not.
Do we wait for the wife to bring the dust pan during clean up?
So, another weekend done.
Another section framed and ready for siding.
Did I mention that the husband’s plan of starting at the halfway point on the front and working his way around makes it look a bit odd?
Rather like a schizophrenic.
Perhaps I shall name her Sybil….
I like your husband’s technique!
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Why doesn’t that surprise me..?
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Lol, it is coming along nicely.
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It’s coming along, I’m not sure how nicely though…
😉
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Well it seems that Sybil the Baby Barn is coming along quite nicely…..for a schizo barn that is….lol. You are very patient, once (when I was married) my ex-husband was residing our garage, which was separate from our house. He was putting up the siding without measuring it at the top. He said he’d just cut it off “after” he finished the entire left side. It annoyed the hell out of me, so I went out into the garage, measured each piece of siding and cut each and every one with the electric saw.
When he got home he asked me why I’d done that, and I told him that it was only logical. His pieces, after cutting them were all fucked up. So for years he’d explain to people asking why they looked off that “they sold him those pieces of siding like that” and I’d call him a liar and then…………..I got a divorce, lol.
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Divorce was your only option.
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Finally someone that understands…..
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The logic there of cutting it off “after”. You had every reason to leave him. 😉
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My husband finally got around to putting up the kitchen backsplash. He worked really hard on it. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’s just a wee bit lopsided. At least it’s new and clean, better than what was there before.
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Sometimes just okay is good enough…
😉
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I’m worried about him using that saw…
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You and me both. But he loves it!
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I just love reading updates on your baby. What’s it going to be after that is done?
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Just a shed for storing the lawn mowers and tractor. Very anticlimactic…
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I actually meant what’s the next big project?
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Oh. Well… he built the big barn, redid a kitchen porch, vinyl sided the garage and now this. I’d say vacation!!
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AHA!!! I knew it–you aren’t really 22!!! “Rather like a schizophrenic. Perhaps I shall name her Sybil….” You have to be OLD to relate to that!!! LOL
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You got me. I even read the book before the movie came out…
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Sybil is a good name. So is Tara, if you happened to have watched The United States of Tara a few years ago. It’s a modern take on multiple personalities, very funny.
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Never saw that, but wanted to.
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It was funny and weird and absurd. You’d love it
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It’s coming along nicely. That vintage saw is a classic. I mean, in case you didn’t know.
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That’s what he keeps telling me…
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There’s an interesting history/timeline to when tools were Delta – Delta Rockwell – Rockwell and Porter Cable. I have a small series of “Deltagrams” books of patterns and techniques that my dad got after he bought a Delta Rockwell table saw in the early 60s. My brother still has that saw. If I ever put the books out for a tag sale, I’ll let your hubs know 😉 (not to worry, I never have tag sales and I’m keeping the books).
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Ooh. An original manual? The husband would drool…
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Not a manual. These were books they published. My brother might have the manual.
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There is a method to his madness. I once asked my husband to change the broken doorknob for our garage but he kept saying he needed to find the “instructions”. So I took matters into my own hands, got a hammer and smashed it out and put another one in. Wolla! Fixed. No instructions needed.
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I think you found the only man on the planet who wants to use instructions!
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And takes months and months to actually do it.
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Reminds me of every project my Dad did. It’s not going to look pretty, but it (usually) works…
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At this point I’ll be happy with not ugly.
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Baby Sybil–how perfect for Halloween! It’s too bad she isn’t haunted! Mona
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Give her time…
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Hope this post isn’t used as evidence in a murder trial in the near future! *eyes shut and ears closed* I know nothing!
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You simply must call her Sybil.
Also, I totally dig that your husband DOES things. Mine can, but he works at work and DOING things after is such a chore. See? So like, yours buys stuff and collects stuff, but he DOES stuff 🙂
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He does. He definitely does.
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