WE
ARE
DONE
WITH CAULKING!
WAH-HOOOOO!!!
And boy, oh boy, do I have a woeful case of tendinitis
in my right elbow, not to mention my entire left hand throbs
on a regular basis now.
I'm confident that'll subside in time.
Now, enough with the whining.
We are so happy to have that all behind us.
Speaking of b'hind...
did I mention having to go see our chiropractor
due to the fact that I could hardly walk for a week?
Yeah.
Fixed me right up, he did.
I picked up a gallon of trim paint on Friday
(just a gallon to see how far I can get with it which will be a good indicator
of how much we'll actually need cuz paint ain't cheap, ya know)
and was
(just a gallon to see how far I can get with it which will be a good indicator
of how much we'll actually need cuz paint ain't cheap, ya know)
and was
planning on getting the priming of raw ends and painting the trim
started this morning, but #sweetmercifulheaven,
it was RAINING!
We've been hot and dry, so the pitter-patter of raindrops
and the delicious scent of rain
and the sweet, dewy sensation wafting through our open windows...
well, it was a downright bless-ed gift from above.
Now,
remember how I said we'd decided on an exterior color.
We, and I do mean WE as in it wasn't just me this time,
changed our minds.
We left those sample colors up and looked at them for so long
and our choice of "Wethersfield Moss" just didn't grow on us.
Our new choice is "Tate Olive".
It will look a couple of shades lighter when actually on the bungalow.
And our trim color is "Cloud White", same as our
interior trim and kitchen cabinets.
My dear friend, Joanie, had asked what I meant by 'gable boxes'
after she read my last post. Maybe others were wondering the same thing.
Here's a photo of our middle gable box after Dean got it installed.
Our son-in-law, Joe, just happened to show up in time to hold it
in place while Dean nailed it up.
I asked Joe if he had a problem with heights.
"No. It's ladders I have a problem with.", he said.
Typical Joe.
We love him and his sense of humor.
I asked Joe if he had a problem with heights.
"No. It's ladders I have a problem with.", he said.
Typical Joe.
We love him and his sense of humor.
An interesting side note:
When we tore down the original house we salvaged as much lumber
from it as possible and used it in the construction of the new house.
It was #1 prime grade lumber from old growth trees back when
Percy Randall built the little brick rambler for his family all those years ago.
Lumber like that is rare now-a-days.
Dean used the very last remnants of the original lumber to build the gable boxes.
That's pretty awesome, if you ask me..
Ryan U is back from scout camp and already came by to get his final measurements.
When we tore down the original house we salvaged as much lumber
from it as possible and used it in the construction of the new house.
It was #1 prime grade lumber from old growth trees back when
Percy Randall built the little brick rambler for his family all those years ago.
Lumber like that is rare now-a-days.
Dean used the very last remnants of the original lumber to build the gable boxes.
That's pretty awesome, if you ask me..
Ryan U is back from scout camp and already came by to get his final measurements.
We should have the vents installed on the gable boxes
by sundown this coming Saturday.
by sundown this coming Saturday.
THEN...
our final final inspection will happen.
We've come a long way, baby!
Here's where we were one year ago.
And here's where we were two years ago.
Here's where we were one year ago.
And here's where we were two years ago.
On Saturday, Dean cut down the last Quaking Aspen on the north-west end of the house.
They were ratty and half dead and full of soldier ants.
Those ants, incidentally, have moved into the house.
Well, some of them have, anyway.
And I don't really know if they're actually called 'soldier ants',
but they are the bigger variety, not the teeny ones.
He cut down the first of these trees in the Spring and I stacked
the cut pieces along the retaining wall out front.
We were thinking that somebody would drive by, pick them up,
and carry them off to use for firewood.
In a couple of days a kindly, elderly gentleman came to our door and
asked if we were giving the logs away and, if so, could he take them.
"Why, certainly!", we said, and Dean helped him load his truck bed.
He told us he'd be interested in taking any other cut timber we might have
at some future time and he planned to keep a lookout for any other stacks
by the road in front of our house.
Shor 'nuff, he showed up yesterday afternoon and knocked on the door to
let us know he was going to load his truck with the new stack.
He must be in his mid to late 80's and insisted he didn't want to bother
Dean for help, but I called Dean up from the basement to help him anyway
and Dean was happy to do it.
After it was all loaded into his truck, the old man admitted he
would have had a real hard time lifting those larger logs on his own
and thanked Dean for his help.
He'd told us his name the first time he stopped for the firewood and
I think it is 'Blaine', but I'm not sure.
Whoever this sweet man is and whatever his name is, I like him.
I like him a lot.
He reminds me of 'the good ol' days' when most all folks were neighborly
and the world wasn't so full of confusion and social strife and
there seemed to be more goodness and wholesomeness all around.
I do hope he comes back when we cut down the other trees
we have a mind to be rid of, if for no other reason than to just
be neighborly with him again.
That's it for now.
Thanks, as always, for stoppin' by.
We really do appreciate your love and support.
They were ratty and half dead and full of soldier ants.
Those ants, incidentally, have moved into the house.
Well, some of them have, anyway.
And I don't really know if they're actually called 'soldier ants',
but they are the bigger variety, not the teeny ones.
He cut down the first of these trees in the Spring and I stacked
the cut pieces along the retaining wall out front.
We were thinking that somebody would drive by, pick them up,
and carry them off to use for firewood.
In a couple of days a kindly, elderly gentleman came to our door and
asked if we were giving the logs away and, if so, could he take them.
"Why, certainly!", we said, and Dean helped him load his truck bed.
He told us he'd be interested in taking any other cut timber we might have
at some future time and he planned to keep a lookout for any other stacks
by the road in front of our house.
Shor 'nuff, he showed up yesterday afternoon and knocked on the door to
let us know he was going to load his truck with the new stack.
He must be in his mid to late 80's and insisted he didn't want to bother
Dean for help, but I called Dean up from the basement to help him anyway
and Dean was happy to do it.
After it was all loaded into his truck, the old man admitted he
would have had a real hard time lifting those larger logs on his own
and thanked Dean for his help.
He'd told us his name the first time he stopped for the firewood and
I think it is 'Blaine', but I'm not sure.
Whoever this sweet man is and whatever his name is, I like him.
I like him a lot.
He reminds me of 'the good ol' days' when most all folks were neighborly
and the world wasn't so full of confusion and social strife and
there seemed to be more goodness and wholesomeness all around.
I do hope he comes back when we cut down the other trees
we have a mind to be rid of, if for no other reason than to just
be neighborly with him again.
That's it for now.
Thanks, as always, for stoppin' by.
We really do appreciate your love and support.
