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Pandemic humor.

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Because we all need a laugh now and then.

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Wow. I might need to buy a new air conditioner.

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Don’t judge. It’s been a very long year..

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There’s a mental image for you!

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We do indeed.

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Rest assured, I will never be doing that.

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Technically that last one isn’t a pandemic meme. But if you’ve shopped for building materials lately… you know its pandemic related. Plywood has gone up about a million percent since last March. It’s insane!

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And then there were shelves.

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Along with the 120 year old reclaimed barn wood chairs came 120 year old reclaimed barn wood shelves. Problem was the side you’re supposed to display was so dark it looked awful against the light walls and didn’t blend with the bar or chairs.

Solution? We flipped them upside down.

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And installed the railroad spike brackets.

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Talk about rugged! These shelves could hold an elephant…. but if you see a pink one wandering around, I’m shutting you off.

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Bottles were brought from the house for proper spacing.

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And then came the disagreement.

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I have a lot of bottles, which is why I had 4 shelves made.

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But now the husband only wants 2 on this side instead of the planned 3.

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When you’re mixing cocktails, variety is key.

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And I can’t put another one on the opposite side because, you know… short people.

I have more bottles that need a home. Stay tuned..

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We have a bar!

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An honest to goodness, sturdy and well built, fully stained and polyurethaned, ready to dance on (or fall under) bar!

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It was a long time coming but we’re pleased with the result.

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The wood grain is lovely, the top is smooth and shiny.

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And once the custom ordered chairs and shelves are ready, it will be time to get down to business.

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The business of mixing my first Barn Mahal cocktail.

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The end might be in sight.

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No, not my marriage. Though after the year long storage barn to man cave extraordinaire remodel you’d be well within your rights to think that.

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No, I’m speaking of the actual bar construction . The interior has been walled in….

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And after being given 2 coats of stain and 2 coats of polyurethane… the top is looking pretty spiffy.  (Our contractor elf says he wants 3 more coats of poly and sanding just to be safe.)

So the next question was, what to do with the inside walls. Stain? Paint? Leave bare? We love the black accents scattered throughout the room so we gave black a moment’s thought…. and held up a black sheet to get a visual.

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But the way the bar is laid out, you’d only see a small portion of black as you walked in the door, so it didn’t balance.

And with that much stain on the bar, I just couldn’t see trying to match it. So for now we’re leaving it bare.

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And besides, the mini fridge will be in there.

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Here? The husband’s choice.

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There?  My preferred spot.

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But most likely here.

Because after he settled it in that corner? He informed me his next purchase will be a kegerator… which will be placed right in the middle.

(Remember when I said I wasn’t talking about the end of my marriage being in sight?

I may need to rethink that.)

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It’s like the blue or gold dress all over again.

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* Disclaimer – a mistake was made in scheduling. This post should have been viewed before yesterday’s, so please forget you saw that one. My bad. *

Our (magical, never to be caught actually working, might be an elf) contractor was by the other day to put the first coat of stain on our bar top.

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So while the husband and I were checking progress, I took pictures.

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And it wasn’t until I started posting them that I realized the damn thing appeared to be 2 different colors.

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At first I thought it was a matter of angles and shadows but the picture above and below this text are basically the same, just taken 12 minutes apart.

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And I swear I didn’t alter the hue or color on my phone.

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I have no explanation. Although now that I think about it, this might be a fun bar game after a few toddies.

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Just for the fun of it I placed a few fronting pieces to get an idea what the finished product would look like.

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And I think while not a perfect match to the chairs we ordered…

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It might be close enough.

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A barn bar boo boo.

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Our contractor has an uncanny knack for showing up when we’re not home or sneaking in when we’re not looking.

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Like the other day when we walked into the barn and found he’d laid the top of the bar on the base…

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And dropped off the stained pieces for the facing.

This end looked good…

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The other end?

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Not so much.

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It seemed the corners didn’t quite fit together as planned.

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So glue and clamps were deployed.

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He called us later that day and told us not to worry, all would be well.

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I’m trusting he knows what’s he’s talking about. And actually, by neon bar light?

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It didn’t look half bad.

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All I wanted for Christmas…

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Was for the Barn Mahal bar to be finished. Seeing that we came home and discovered its beginning framework in place in mid November….

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I didn’t think that would be too much to ask. But alas, our builder didn’t agree.

Oh, he’s sent updates via text messages.

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Like the layout of the rough unfinished boards on his shop floor.

I thought the 3 graduating colors would be interesting…

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Until he sent the next update of those boards being sanded and glued. Bye bye color.

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He assures me work is progressing steadily and that he hasn’t forgotten us, but it seems the only way I’ll be bellying up for a toddy will be like this:

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Cheers!

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A bar and a tree.

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Next week a contractor will be here to build a bar in our barn.

Yes, you read that correctly, a contractor… one we will pay. Actual money. That surprised me since the husband has does most of the Barn Mahal construction himself, but this guy also built the bar at our local pub… so instead of having a spouse made amateur facsimile, we’ll have a serious bar.

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With these giant extremely heavy boards the husband has kept from the original framing back in 2012.

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The boards that have been moved, shifted, relocated, bumped into and cursed for 8 long years…. so all I can say is, yay.

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Of course the other day we had to move them one last time.

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Because my other half wanted to get an idea what the future boozer would look like.

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And yes, that’s a driftwood Christmas tree on the right.

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My girlfriend made it, used it one year, then gave it to me for our porch. Unfortunately we experience a cross breeze from our neighbor’s field equivalent to the Ames research center wind tunnel NASA uses to test its rockets. That tree literally flew. Which is generally not what you want Christmas decorations to do.

So it’s been inside the barn for a few years and despite my pleading that it would be a nice addition to the bar room, husband wants it gone.

Tons of useless rusty crap? He’ll find the room. One unique and quirky decorative tree? Bye bye.

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The transformation has begun.

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The pool table was uncovered, brushed and racked.

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A hat and coat rack was hung by the door.

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And a few vintage WWII propaganda posters from 1943 I’ve been meaning to frame were framed and displayed.

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It was during this time we decided the ugly bracing pole in the middle of the room… which was never supposed to be there but was deemed necessary when we noticed the top floor bounced when we walked on it during the original construction…. needed to be spruced up.

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The (now lovely) wood walls and trimmed windows demanded it.

I expected to blog about the normal nightmare of measuring and cutting and cursing but things went remarkably well.

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Maybe we’re finally getting the hang of it.

So…. the before.

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And the after.

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Please don’t ask why he put my porch barrels on the loveseat. I have no reasonable explanation for that.

Barn, Belgian beer and Brussel sprouts.

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We were back in the barn this weekend and ran the new heat pump for the first time. It’s a big space so it took a while to warm up… but the building held the set temperature all day, which means all our stuff and seal each and every god damn gap insulation work…

Worked.

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But there were still a few more windows to trim and that’s when things went downhill.

There was sputtering, mumbling, cursing and okay…. small pieces of wood may or may not have been flung across the room.

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When the wood started flying? I knew it was time for a distraction… so I trudged down to our crap filled underground nightmare basement and retrieved a treasure we purchased a few years ago.

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A neon bar sign from the Ommegang brewery in New York. We stumbled on them when we visited the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown and fell in love with their Belgians.

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https://www.ommegang.com/

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If you’re ever in the area, check out their tasting room in the old barn… and if you’re visiting this time of year? Try my favorite.

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There’s a tavern in Brussels famous for it’s pigeon racing?

Sounds like my kind of place.

And speaking of Brussels…

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When you live across the street from an organic vegetable farmer?

You never know what will show up on your doorstep in the morning.

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