The ongoing baby barn remodeling saga…. and for those of you just joining us? Consider yourself lucky you missed the first 300 episodes.
Winter is over in Maine, we think…. so work has begun anew.
On Saturday afternoon rotted wood was replaced.
And the silly man I’m married to tried to make everything square.
Look at him with his little level. Isn’t that cute?
If you remember anything from last year, you’ll know the terms level and square are completely relative when dealing with this nightmare of a building.
But hope springs eternal, and maybe sometime before we’re through that damned bubble will be in the right position.
The last of the Zip siding was installed…
And yes, that’s my husband’s back…. as he refused to smile for my camera.
I can never quite figure his modus operandi when he works on a project……. and wondered why he made his way from the outside in to meet in the middle.
This doesn’t usually bode well when you’re using a tongue and groove design.
I (oh so) helpfully told him this, but of course he paid no attention because I’m a woman and what do I know?
As a matter of fact he is.
But when he tried to fit that last piece?
I admit it, I chortled while he cursed.
Which I enjoyed, because really… the world needs more chortling.
Apparently I did chortle a little too loudly because I also got the look.
Which, after 36 years…. he should know has positively no effect.
A little trimmed tar paper later and he called it day.