Work on the baby barn continues, albeit slowly.

 

 

My husband’s master plan involves a serious amount of temporary screwing, refitting, removing and replacing. He’s not a huge fan of measuring… but he’s a man.

This is not surprising.

 

 

Of course this means 3 times as much work.

 

 

I think one planned demolition and rebuild would suffice…. but I’m a woman.

What do I know?

 

 

There’s also a good deal of shifting the husband’s  crap we don’t need now, nor will we ever need again   stuff from one place to another. Like the hurricane generator we bought in 1992 when we lived down south and haven’t used since.

 

 

Or the wheel weights for the tractor we no longer own.

 

 

Or the numerous tires for the cars we no longer own.

 

 

Or the table that went with the chairs we no longer own….

 

 

Right beside the small refrigerator I had no earthly idea we owned.

All of these things are heavy and filthy and must be moved over and over again because he can’t be convinced to throw them out.

Good times.

 

 

There was hammering.

 

 

And crowbar-ing …. and yes. A good deal of cursing because the structure is 45 years old and not exactly plumb.

There was also a good deal of displaced dirt.

 

 

Thanks to numerous woodchuck tunnels…

 

 

Which undermined our attempt to simply re-side and re-shingle the damned thing.

 

 

Now we have to completely dig up the hard packed floor and smooth it all out.

 

 

Doesn’t that sound like fun?