I am fifty-one years old. I have been that old for four days now. Fifty-one. Not twenty-five. Just over twice that. I guess that’s okay, considering thirty years ago I would not have predicted I’d last that long. Physical work that I used to give no thought to at all now happens at a more deliberate pace. I’m not in a hurry like I used to be. My back hurts faster, my dogs start barking sooner, and the sunshine gives me a pounding headache. I have arthritis in my hips, and tendinitis in my right arm. I’m content to muck … Continue reading Reclaiming the back yard.
I like being around happy chickens. I find their contented cooing to be very relaxing. It is a gorgeous day, I’m working from home, and so I decided to take my lunch to the chair under the big redbud trees in the back yard. The chickens noted my presence immediately, and drifted my way, pecking and scratching for bugs or other morsels in the grass. Their quiet “brrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrhk…” was a balm to my soul, given the stressful two weeks I’ve endured. Ah, I sighed to myself. This…this is nice, I thought, and lifted the first forkful of lo mein.. … Continue reading I have never feared a chicken…until now.
The odd sizes in lumber and plywood offered by second-hand sources creates a new challenge to this project, one I didn’t foresee. How do you buy odd sizes of things and minimize waste?
Saturday, we took another trip to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore for more lumber for The Shed Project. Total accounting so far has us at around $80 – a little less than half purchasing the lumber from Lowes or Home Depot. I’m still trying to figure out how to floor, side, and roof1 the thing cheaper than I can for retail. The ReStore rarely carries plywood, and when they do it’s either an odd size or priced close to (or higher than!) retail anyway.
3/4″, sized in some multiple of 2′ or only slightly over, that’s all I’m asking.
My garage is full. I’ve no room for projects like any serious woodworking. All of the available space is taken up by the mower, the garden tiller, the spreader, the shovels, hoes, rakes, and bags of fertilizer. I want a shed.
I’m going to finally have one.
But here’s the challenge, and the reason I’m starting in January a project I hope to have done by Mother’s Day: I’m going to build the whole thing as much as possible with reclaimed lumber and recycled supplies.
When I see a building being torn down with a bulldozer, it breaks my heart a little bit because the ultimate destination of all that debris is the landfill. That’s bad for a couple of reasons.
I had hoped – with what now seems ridiculous optimism – to have the roof done in one day. After all, we were only re-roofing the dormer in the back. Ultimately, it took a whole lot longer than that. Continue reading The Roofing Saga