On a gloomy, overcast Sunday morning….we started putting trim board on the baby barn at 9:00am.

 

 

At 10:00am we were still on the first piece.

 

 

And yes, at 11:00am we were still there as well.

 

 

Frustrating?

A wee bit.

 

 

Cutting angles is not our forte….. and it almost made me wish I’d paid more attention in 7th grade geometry.

 

 

A lot of serious thought, planning… not to mention cursing…. was going on right there.

 

 

And before you say “Use a mitre saw!”, we did. But the building is less than straight and square and when we finally did manage to get it right?

 

 

It was still wrong.

 

 

Thank God for flashing. It covers a multitude of sins.

 

 

So this side looked good.

 

 

But when we turned the corner?

Not so much.

 

 

How the Hell did that happen?

There was only one solution.

 

 

Sit on the big barn porch and photograph it from far away.

Yes.

Much better.

 

 

More flashing, more nightmarish trim board.

And if you’re asking what I contributed to the project?

Besides acting as a general gopher…. because when the husband is up his tools are down, and when he’s down his tools are up… my contribution was this:

 

 

Classic tunes on shuffle.

 

 

There he goes again, ever the optimist.

 

 

Thankfully the husband used to do roofing when he was young, so yes. The shingles were perfectly level.

 

 

And because he was so thrilled something was finally level?

 

 

He checked it again.

 

 

And again.

 

 

I gave up on him at 6:00pm and headed inside for dinner, but he was out there until 8:00 trying to reach the top.

 

 

He didn’t quite make it.