This weekend tested our nettles so to speak. Neither task that we were working on got accomplished and they are starting to feel endless. I honestly thought after the rock wall that it was all easy sailing and that this summer we would blaze through the balcony and veranda. The balcony we pulled together before we left and all it needs is final coat of paint someday when the weather is perfect.
The veranda isn’t going so fast. The first weekend was all about the garden and the yard. The last two weekends have not seen as much progress as either one of us would have liked. The beams are now covered, this took longer than planned. Mostly it seemed that the corners were a pain.
Then we started on the tongue & groove for the ceiling. They’ve been cleaned, primed and have the first coat of colour. Using salvage has several advantages but it has one huge disadvantage. It turns out that, despite appearances, the boards are not all the same width. Which we discovered after about the 3rd row of fighting with them. Every frigging board is a fight; over our heads and both of us nursing sore shoulders. The picture represents 2 1/2 days of time.
Then I look around and realize that the header board is going to be exposed. Not a big deal one would think as its been painted. But now it’s been exposed to the sun, wind and howling weather for a number of years and looks like shit. No other word for it. We aren’t even finished the first round of painting the whole bloody thing and I need to scrap, sand, prime and paint this section of boards AGAIN.
Shortly after that discovery we realized that the fight between the barn swallows and the F______ robins has taken a turn for the worse. The barn swallows have vacated annoying the hell out of me with trying to nest where we are working. Great except the robins won the territory and they have repeatedly flown into the basement doors and managed to shred the new furniture backs as well as covering it all in shit. There’s that word again but it’s true. Mad doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Add to that the weather; cold wind, no sunshine and no rain to speak of. Endless weeding in the flower bed between helping the carpenter and somehow I can’t seem to find the bright side between the back pain and the shoulder ache.
The bigger picture elluded me this weekend. Even the master planner seemed more than a bit frustrated. He’d thought by now this portion of the project would be passed off to the painter to finish up.
We’ve turned 60, we’ve been working on making the vision a reality for 12 years. I think we both honestly hoped that this would be the last big push year but we just aren’t getting up much steam, so to speak.
This isn’t a pity party; it’s just the reality of a couple of frustrating weekends. The bigger picture is that in 5 years the projects will be fun ones and not must do’s. The sun will shine tomorrow or maybe, better yet, it will rain. The days will march on like they do and we will continue to plod onward because after all Rome wasn’t built in a day. Meanwhile a late evening walk on the prairie, the gorgeous sunset and the garden check revealing plants has helped turned the frowns around.