I’m notorious for over-thinking, overanalyzing and basically spending too much energy navel-gazing. This blog is intended to get some of it out of my head. I’ll be glib, sarcastic and flippant in my other posts. Who knows how this one will turn out. It may be a train wreck, so reader beware! If navel-gazing doesn’t hold any appeal or distraction for you, move on. If you’re allergic to estrogen, move away quickly.
My own personal rules are to not to spend more than 30 minutes on any one post. I can correct a mistake if I catch it right away, but can’t go back. If I post it, I can’t edit or delete. I tend to edit things to death and have been known to delete my posts before it’s too late.
If anything resonates with you, feel free to chime in.
10:12 pm. The shed is the shed of my dreams because I’ve built it in my head a thousand times. I read about trusses and snow load. I read about joists, and hangers and sheer force on deck screws. I looked at plans, altered plans and ditched plans. I measured and drew and thought and budgeted.
And finally 7 days ago, my aunt and uncle arrived. We started working Saturday morning and finished on Friday afternoon. We worked long days, and finished in a downpour. I loved every minute of it.
Scariest moment – shingling the roof. I was way outside my comfort zone hammering nails that high up. Heights don’t scare me. Plummeting to my death does however. I have a whole new respect for roofers.
Best moment – Too many to pick, but getting into a rhythm with my uncle while we worked was definitely up on the list. After the first day, it was obvious that we are a lot more alike than I thought. I had a straight edge and a crayon so that I was trimming the overhang of the shingles in a straight line, and he was NOT happy if the lines in the panels weren’t perfect. We didn’t chat a lot and neither one of us wanted anyone talking while we were muttering numbers and measurements to ourselves..
Proudest moment – when the last truss was up. Several people had tried to talk me out of building my own. Truth be told, having made them did create extra work in many ways, but I’m still so glad I decided to do it. Buying them would have been cheaper and easier, but if I wanted cheap and easy, I would have bought a resin shed at the hardware store.
Worst moment – My uncle, aunt and I were trying to figure out the angle for the panels on the peak and we were all tired and getting soaked in the rain. We started to get a bit snippy. Okay I started to get snippy. After I messed up the second cut, I realized what I was doing and apologized. It wasn’t a big deal at all and that was the only bad thing.
The weather was unbelievable for October. We had two days with some rain, but 5 full days of clear, warm weather.
So now I don’t need to build the shed in my head anymore. It’s a reality. There’s still work to be done – soffit, trim boards, painting, shelves. And I get to build two ramps. But first, I’d better go read about slope and the clearance height of lawnmowers.
Did I mention that we built a shed???
10:35 Good night!
-- No, I don't want to buy the pink hammer.