Work on the baby barn project graduated from glacially slow to slow as molasses last weekend…. and we managed to frame a wall in 3 days.

 

 

Though to be fair, ripping off that old rotted pressboard is like Chinese water torture.

 

 

It literally shreds in your hands.

But slowly… we saw daylight.

 

 

And by Saturday afternoon we had open space and a center post that was barely hanging on.

And by barely?

 

 

I mean barely.

 

 

The husband did the usual dirt shuffle in his ongoing attempt to level the building. A pipe dream at best as it was built in the mid 70’s… and it’s Maine.

Frost heave central.

 

 

Measuring is fun.

 

 

Ripping out posts that were nailed in with spikes?

Not so much.

 

 

Pardon the sun glare and bad manicure… but damn.

Talk about overkill.

 

 

Framing started Sunday, with a new window taking center stage.

 

 

And continued when the husband decided to dig out all the dirt underneath the structure…

 

 

And lay paving stones in yet another attempt to level it.

 

 

Then came the rain… and a mad dash to put everything away before it got soaked.

And then?

Then… the baby barn got a rainbow.

 

 

And I found my honey at the other end.

 

 

Can I get an awwww?