Exterior House Work, House and Acreage Restoration

Hey Guess What? We’re Still Siding

Siding the house…this is something that won’t be done anytime soon. Oh the dear, dear weather. How treacherous it makes this work. You either can’t side well because it’s above freezing and the ground is mud, or you try to side when it’s below freezing and it’s so cold the pieces of siding actually break when you try to nail them to the house. Continue reading “Hey Guess What? We’re Still Siding”

Deconstruction, House and Acreage Restoration

Those Worthless Beams

So…funny story.

While working away in the basement, Tyler noticed something strange.

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I had been charged with removing the nails from the main house’s subfloor-in the basement. The previous owners had pounded nails EVERYWHERE in the floor to use as “hangers” or “mounts” for wires, garden tools and all sorts of other crap. Continue reading “Those Worthless Beams”

Deconstruction, House and Acreage Restoration

Tearing Apart the Old Shelves

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There was a rather large old shelving unit in the basement of the house. On it sat cans of paint (probably decades old) as well as some old glass jars and tin caning lids that were rusted. My job, on this particular day, was to take the shelves apart, but keep the large wood pieces intact, because they could be used again. Continue reading “Tearing Apart the Old Shelves”

Personal Essays

Never Take A Single Breath for Granted

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It began with a strange smell or scent in the air. A sixth sense I have. Then  some sneezing and wheezing (a whistling sound when you breathe in). Eventually my  lungs start itching. It escalates quickly….far too quickly. It’s an itch I can’t scratch. My fingernails want to claw deep inside my chest cavity and break open my ribs, when in fact my lungs aren’t itching at all. It’s my body. My body warning me that I am not getting any oxygen to my lungs and into my blood stream.  A wimpy cough comes out. It’s not deep, it’s a not cough from deep down inside my gut. It isn’t wet with phlegm or even dry and hacking. It’s shallow…it’s breathy. Oh geez. It’s my asthma. Continue reading “Never Take A Single Breath for Granted”