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Barn envy.

 

It’s a terrible thing, but we had it…. because this was a very special barn.

 

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It was massive, beautiful and pretty much dominated the Hancock Shaker Village landscape.

 

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The original structure was a calf barn built in 1880, but it burnt to the ground in 1910 and this was the glorious replacement.

 

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Structurally, it’s a wonder.

 

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And if I had been a cow back then,  (opposed to the cow I am now)  I’d have considered myself fortunate to live there.

 

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Hell, throw in a few scatter rugs and a frozen margarita blender….  I’d live there now.

 

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Those Shaker builders knew their stuff.

 

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5 stories of wonderful is what it was.

 

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The husband may have been walking around with his mouth open, I’m not sure.

 

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But when we heard that the sanitary commission of the 1930’s forbade the farmers to actively use and house cows there due to the wooden floors, we almost wept.

 

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What a waste.

 

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So an ell was added on… with concrete floors, and I made some new friends.

 

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Including a chicken who clearly ignores signs.

 

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And to continue my tradition of riveting video clips…

I give you Pig Washing Beets.

 

 

 

Never let it be said we don’t know how to have a good time on vacation.

 

 

 

 

I’ll huff and I’ll puff…..

 

And I’ll blow your paper garage down.

(Alternate title – You have got to be sh*tting me.)

 After years of  relentless nagging  gentle persuasion, I finally talked the husband into replacing the old rotted siding on our garage this weekend.

He started removing it out front, which was fine.

(No plumber’s butt shots. You’re welcome.)

 

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Then he turned the corner…

 

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Started ripping, and found….

 

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Paper.  Lots and lots of paper….. but no walls.

Paper walls!

Fuckety, fuck, fuck.

There was literally nothing behind the old siding but paper.

 

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Who does that?

“Gee honey, wood is expensive. Grab me that spiral notebook and the trashy romance novel you were reading last week.”

Good grief, even the 2 little pigs used sticks and straw.

Needless to say, the husband was not amused at all the extra work this was going to entail.

 

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I tried to make light of it and told him we could have an awesome transom window, but  he had a hammer in his hand and a strange look in his eye  that didn’t go over well either.

To be continued….

(Face it, this project is going to take a month of Sundays and if I have to live through it? So do you. That’s the beauty of blogging! But if it makes you feel any better, I had a large splinter in my butt from rubbing against a piece of rough cut wood yesterday so …. I still get the worst of it.)