Totally not worth the trouble.
When last we left our intrepid deconstructor, he had finished the back side of the main building and was moving around to the side.
Please note that his loyal wife and help mate was not thrilled to see a large pile of dirt growing ever larger on her lawn.
Problem #1 this past weekend? The husband had so much
junk, crap, useless rusted nonsense treasure stored in that section, he had no room to work.
Of course, he assured me it was all wonderful stuff.
I assured him it was not.
What? Why? How much….
I didn’t even want to know.
Yes…. that’s a filthy old door with a mail slot that weighs roughly 5,000 pounds.
No… I have no idea why he has it.
But if you need 2 rusted iron frames for your wooden wagon wheels? He’s your man.
Although on second thought, he never parts with anything… ever. So I guess you’re out of luck.
You might have noticed this jewel in the previous photo…
I think it’s an ancient torture device from the early 14th century.
I know it damn near broke my back dragging it across the lawn to the big barn where it will now gather more cobwebs.
It’s days like these that I have to keep telling myself…
I really do.
Because otherwise? I’d kill him…
And I don’t think they’d let me blog from prison.