Realizing only now that all of my building and construction projects these last several weeks have been my way of spending time with my grandfather, connecting: when I use his sawhorses, his vices, his saws, it’s like he’s helping me again, as he did for all of the 42 years, two months, and 26 days we had together. I miss him terribly.
babyshed, ctd
(previously…) Roof paneling is almost done, save for a few more 1x4x6 choppings, and K has stained the front and side and added the first touch of her-ness with the sun. Butterflies incoming...
I’m mostly excited that the mower fit and didn’t roll out the door, as it did earlier. I’ll be even more excited when I get the mower running again. Next thing to learn: electric lawnmower repair.
BabyShed
Summer project, number two: BabyShed, under construction, while we wait on NuShed to arrive. Why do we need two sheds? Other than because why the fuck not, we're going to turn NuShed - at least partially - into my office (Paintshop will be refitted to make room for my grandfather's pool table) and we need space for garden stuff and I refused to assemble another one of those fucking plastic ones - plus, I learned to do something new. Still very much a work in progress - I'm about 90% done with construction - but K will soon transform turn it into whatever melange of color and whimsy she desires. Note: door is from old shed, the last thing my grandfather built, and the window pane is from the old barn at my paternal grandfather’s place.
