Another weekend in the big barn insulation/ceiling project commenced, but this time reinforcements were needed on day 1.
Because in as little as an hour? We proved that I can’t reliably hold plywood panels over my head long enough for my husband to figure out where to screw them.
So with the help of a friend, insulation was stuffed, plywood was screwed and the part that gives me hives took place.
The husband…. playing with live electrical wires.
This is not a good combination and doesn’t always end well… but no one was electrocuted, so we call that a win.
bane of my current existence pool table was moved to it’s new home spot.
And after a little trial and error, no toes were broken.
Also a win.
As soon as it was set up?
It was covered with plywood and a very rugged protector…. because no man cave should be without a touch of lace.
The next day we were off to Lowes for a tad more insulation.
We dragged it inside, and then all the crap that started here….
That was then moved over here….
Had to be moved upstairs.
Ask me again how much I’m loving this free pool table.
Go ahead, I dare you.
temporarily mounted my ass stereo was uncovered, the husband found part of my old collection of 1980’s cassette tapes.
And while I stand by my CSN, Queen, Clapton, Dire Straits and Grateful Dead picks….. the 2020 River cringed at the sight of Madonna, Richard Marx and the Bangles.
And if that wasn’t bad enough..
He also found a box of albums he bought sight unseen at a yard sale years ago…. which meant this was blasting from his recently mounted speakers:
All Night Long?
Preferably not even for 5 minutes.