So now the husband wants to add floor moulding in his big barn… and you know what that means.
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An entire afternoon picking through more wood than I thought humanly possible.
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Granted, even I would reject that baby.
But come on…..
If he would take half as much time installing it as he does picking it out I might not mind. But nothing is going to be perfectly cornered or angled or mitered so why bother!
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Our afternoon trip ended here.
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With the moon rising and me refusing to cook the pork roast dinner I had planned.
Bright and early Sunday morning the husband and his friend were hard at it.
Removing the stuffing they’d previously stuffed and drilling holes for the continuous feed wires to slip through.
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This, as you can imagine…. was a royal pain in the *ss.
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But finally, it was ready for a light fixture.
And my husband used the pool table as an auxiliary ladder.
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Viola.
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A light fixture.
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Which receives the husband’s very technical and OSHA approved tug test.
Just kidding, OSHA reps run screaming in horror from any project my husband oversees.
More stuffing, more plywood.
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Light fixture number two was not at all cooperative, and adjustments I don’t even want to contemplate were made.
This might be a good time to mention the time my husband installed a ceiling fan in our living room in North Carolina.
It took an electrician 2 hours to undo that mess.
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But after an hour of tinkering, and some oh so colorful language…
Fixture two was up.
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Were the proper amount of decorative screws used? They were not.
Was it in perfect alignment with the first light fixture? It was not.
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But since this simple job took them over 5 hours?
I doubt they cared.
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For informational purposes only – the husband can not decide whether he wants to put ceiling fans in between the lights or just another light, hence the open middle space.
But you probably guessed that from the first picture.
More specifically it was 16 foot long boards that weighed a ton and had to be dragged out of the big barn and across the lawn with yours truly trying my best not to drop them on her toes.
Of course it would have been too easy if they’d fit in the 16 foot long spaces. Where’s the fun in that? No… each one had to be measured and cut around the wonky interior frame.
After tar paper was laid out.
Why tar paper? Because the husband wanted a moisture barrier… but more importantly, because he already had two ancient rolls buried in the garage.
What was holding down the tar paper as we attempted to fit the boards you ask?
But it doesn’t get your deck railing project finished any sooner.
We were back at it and it was still hot.
Unfortunately the heat wave coincided with an extended dry spell and our lawn was starting to crunch.
But old railings were torn down.
And rusty nails exposed.
I stained the new wood we had to waste almost 2 hours going to get that morning because someone… I won’t mention who… cut the other pieces incorrectly.
And then that someone (oops, my bad) discovered a sander in the barn and wanted to play.
He was fine on the flat surfaces, but scared me to death when he started trying to sand in between. That thing would hit a beam, jump out of his hand and spin wildly across the deck. It happened a dozen times but I could never quite catch it on film.
In between his legs.
Close to the power cord.
I knew something was gonna give, and it did.
That thing jumped up and sliced his jeans right open. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt, but at that point I said no more sanding!
Which he completely ignored and kept sanding.
After sanding, and almost slicing his leg off?
He hammered nails.
And swept the same portion of deck I had just swept.
Apparently I didn’t do it right.
We did manage to get a few pieces of wood installed before dinner.
The majesty (and the God damn miracle I’m not divorced) that is the completed baby barn remodel.
And yes even though it’s as small as a shed, there was a horse living in it before we moved in, so it’s a barn.
A baby barn.
And I have the hay holder thingies to prove it.
Please note ‘hay holder thingies’ may not be the correct equine term, but I was born in Jersey. The only thing I know about horses is who placed in the fourth at Belmont.
We started with this….
And finished with this….
Looks a little better than before, eh?
No comments on the empty garden bed, that has yet to be redone.
Before….
After…
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And to think it only took us a 10 mere months.
Which shouldn’t be a surprise.
We started it’s larger father in 2012…. and haven’t really finished that yet either.
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