My thoughts over the weekend went from “I have no idea how we are going to do this” to “OMG, I am getting old.”
We spent the weekend working on a small writing space for me. Having more land means more opportunities. There are so many possibilities.
We began early Saturday morning. I say early, but it was probably after 9:00 on what was promising to be a warm day. Here is a picture of the building before.
This pile of lumber and steel will eventually be an actual building. I think we forget that everything, including ourselves, begin with something like this:
All it takes is a little time and the right elements and a masterpiece forms.
Of course, the middle part is where the magic happens.
As with most things, you need a good foundation. As I hope to be able to use this in the winter, we began with insulation.
This is where the realization hit me that I am not as young as I once was. This thing is heavy and we had to flip it and adjust to get it just right. Also, the height difference between my husband and myself was never more apparent (there is about a foot difference).
Though we had to stop in the middle of the day due to the heat we managed to get the entire foundation complete before stopping for the night.
I discovered muscles I haven’t used in many years and was still sore the next day when we began again.
I learned a lot during this first day of the build. One, we’ve never really built new, from scratch. We’ve added onto our house, but that is more retro building. This is the first time that we’ve done this. The learning curve was a bit different.
My husband, who doesn’t work in construction, still knows what he is doing. There have been a couple of hiccups along the way. When isn’t there when doing home projects, but it will be wonderful when it is finished. I am grateful for all his efforts.
Finally, the best thing I learned: how to run the miter saw.
Who knows it may end up in a story someday.