Memorial Day weekend Sunday found us back at the baby barn attempting to build it’s doors.
And as with every other part of that little building from Hell, it did not go smoothly.
I should probably point out that the husband and I do not always work well together. I’m a planner, a lister, an organizer who has all my tools and materials ready before I begin a job.
Husband is a spur of the moment, work on the fly and make do with what’s laying around type of guy.
He wants to get it done, I want it to look good. So I felt the need to sketch out the door design. Very technically as you can see…
Should the cross pieces resemble a Christmas tree, a diamond or the German SS insignia?
Decisions had to be made.
So a double Z was chosen.
Did the doors fit perfectly?
Of course not.
But after I slapped on just enough paint to install the hardware…
We discovered just how badly they didn’t fit.
Which was when the husband really got aggravated…. and I did what any sane wife would do.
I grabbed cocktail in a can…
And went to sit on the big barn porch.
Close enough that I could hear him hollering for me….
But far enough away to be out of frustration range.
And look who joined me.
Clearly there were no hard feelings from the traumatic baby ousting the day before.
Of course by the time I finished my cocktail and things had quieted down enough at the baby barn for me to return….
I realized that he’d put my door handles too closely together.
Did I tell him?
I did not.
River's world..... 
Barns grow up so fast…
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And it seems like just yesterday we took off the training wheels…
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So what’s left besides more fitting, cursing, and painting?
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Not much!
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I realize this post is about your hubs attempts at finalizing that project. But I can’t help but notice how beautiful your back yard is, sprawling green grass, beautiful flowers and peace and quiet (it seems) as you sat there having your cocktail in a can. As for momma squirrel, she seemed to be checking you out for maybe and extra can of booze? lol
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Thanks. It’s very peaceful and very quiet. But no… momma squirrel can get her own cocktails. Amaretto perhaps?
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Your place is lovely! And I am glad you and momma squirrel made up.
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Thanks. But I’m not sure all is forgiven… yet.
😉
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It’s a conspiracy!!! Hubby and squirrel are working together so that squirrel has a new home with the way the doors don’t fit correctly!!
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That’s what I’m afraid of. More holes!
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Your property is wedding-venue gorgeous!
Mama squirrel was probably asking you to make the hammerin’ and hollerin’ stop so her babies could nap.
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As long as the wedding guests like bird’s nest soup and squirrel fritters!
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It is looking good.
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Thank you.. it’s been a long time coming.
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His barn – his way
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I still feel you would have been better off having a pre-built OR having someone else build it.
AND you could have enjoyed your drink through ALL parts of the construction.
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We should have just torn the entire thing down and started from scratch…. but no. he thought this would be easier. he was wrong.
So very wrong….
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Not only was your drawing very technical, but I love that you sketched it out on a strip of cardboard ripped from a box. Nice touch of class there.
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Only the best and highest quality materials were used during this construction project.
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Strategies and plans are important. Well played, River, well played! Mona
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This barn thing is STILL going on? It’s like the building of the Forth Bridge! (that took 8 years) 🙂
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Yes, still going. You missed a lot of progress though….
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I’ll catch up 🙏
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Promises, promises.
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