But you probably guessed that from the first picture.
More specifically it was 16 foot long boards that weighed a ton and had to be dragged out of the big barn and across the lawn with yours truly trying my best not to drop them on her toes.
Of course it would have been too easy if they’d fit in the 16 foot long spaces. Where’s the fun in that? No… each one had to be measured and cut around the wonky interior frame.
After tar paper was laid out.
Why tar paper? Because the husband wanted a moisture barrier… but more importantly, because he already had two ancient rolls buried in the garage.
What was holding down the tar paper as we attempted to fit the boards you ask?
Was it hot?
A mere 92 degrees in the shade.
Vintage tools and make shift tables?
Did he have enough boards?
Were they all the same width?
Of course not.
Did he care?
I seriously doubt it.