The first thing I noticed this weekend is that many times when I am helping John I try to anticipate what we are doing, so I can get stuff ready or be prepared to help. But when you are putting on base plates and must hit multiple posts and your boards are either 8', 10' or 16', it becomes an exercise in math, which I do not want to do. So with that said, poor John had to keep saying, Ok 8' board, or third post (which means 16'ers (yep, I am talking the lingo now)). So, the bottom 2' x 6' were OK to put on, but when you have 9' high base plates, this separates the girls from the boys. I would like to say they are REALLY heavy. But we did it. I unfortunately didn't get pictures of the completed project, but we got both top and bottom base plates on. This would include 128 screws. There is an invention that I have just discovered; a wrench powered by the compressor. Oh my god, that is a great invention. When you have to put 128 screws in that are 3" long, that is magic. Who knew!
This is John contemplating the mathematical aspects of the barn.
Have you ever noticed he wears his shirts backwards. Everyone I know puts the short sleeve shirt underneath the long sleeve shirt. This way if you get hot, all you have to do is take off the long sleeve shirt. I am not sure what he does when he gets hot, have to redress! Yes, I have mentioned this to him, but he didn't care about my opinion, so I am reaching out to those I know to do an intervention each time you speak to him. Maybe we can get him to change his ways!
We are starting on the rafters next weekend. This sounds pretty hard to me, but I am told we just finished the hard part. Hard to believe!
It is also important to mention that it takes a special person to attempt to build a barn with a woman helper. Although I feel I am very competent in the gopher job description, and I can use the HELL out of the automatic wrench, I still lack a lot of skills and my upper body strength cannot be avoided or lack of. I really can't lift anything; the 80 lb of concrete kicked by butt, the 2x6x16 was impossible and the nail gun was impossible 10' in the air, holding a 2x6x16 (yeah that was impossible).
Ok, back to me holding a grudge. I was trimming some of the trees and decided that I could pull down a limb (which I thought was dead), and it came back and bit me. But it did come down. I will say that I was pretty mad at that damn limb, so in keeping with my personality, I started a fire and burned the crap out of it. So I won!
This was the only injury of the weekend.
2 comments:
i wear my shirt the same way its awesome
i wear my shirt the same way its awesome
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