If I don’t take some control of myself, this blog could easily turn into a collection of Pinterest inspirations and 1,001 uses for pallets.
Ryan gets home building. He was an integral part of the construction team for his parent’s cottage–an AMAZING home made from an old chicken coop. My dad was a home builder. I would usually see the foundation of a home and then the finished product. What went on in between is a Nancy Drew mystery to me.
I don’t get it, but I want to. So, today Ryan and I decided to occasionally collaborate on these posts and work out a particular element of the building process. He will help me wrap my head around things like insulation, roofing, and on-demand hot water heating systems. We’ll fight, as he asks,”Why do you still look confused?” And I shout,”Because you’re confusing me!!!” And he screams, “Seriously?!” And then starts grabbing salt and pepper shakers, forks and spoons–all to produce a full on dramatic portrayal of how to frame a door. I really don’t respond well to the ‘dinner table objects as stage props approach to education.’
After we fight, we’ll laugh. I’ll process the info and spit it out here, for you. For many, these could be mind numbing posts. Maybe I could provide a nice Haiku for the already able bodied builders to read instead. But hopefully, for some, these will be like short, digestible nuggets of info…It’s going to feel good to know our stuff.
So that’s just a little warning of what’s to come. I thought I’d have lesson numero uno this evening, but last time I checked, my instructor was passed out–children’s book in hand, drool pool approaching Soleil’s sweet little sleeping self.
No updates on land today. I did call the Police Department to get a crime record for the area. I highly recommend this super easy task when looking at a land or home purchase. There’s weird people everywhere. You just might want to avoid high concentrations of super weird people.
In other news, we acquired one new beautiful, insulated window today–gifted by Ryan’s boss. Big thanks!