Yesterday by chore time and darkness at 4 PM, I had finished framing windows and nailing up siding on the long west wall of the barn addition. I was very pleased.
The west wall sits on a three-foot slope of gravel that is covered with ice. I slipped and fell many times, once spectacularly, when in my automatic effort to protect the nail gun I landed in such a way that I thought I might have torn out the muscles in my left shoulder.
I lay on the ice breathing heavily for a minute. It is times like these that I realize that tears are mostly a communication device. I rarely cry when I hurt myself when I’m alone. I just sprawled there, catching my breath and hoping the damage to my shoulder wasn’t too terrible. It wasn’t. Merely badly wrenched. (I’m very stiff today.) I picked myself up and went on.
When the falling wet snow grew thick, I moved the sawing operation from my truck tailgate to under the roof. The day before, when Luke and I had put up the first wall of siding, we’d clutched ourselves in glee. “We have a building with a wall!”
Now I felt the same giddy delight. “I have an indoors!”
With darkness falling so early, I have approximately 45 minutes of daylight after work each day. My hope is that I can cut a board or two every day and finish the last, north wall by next weekend. That north wall boasts not only angles and a slope but a 6000-volt electric fence 18″ below, so it will be a little trickier, even with the fence turned off. Still, I ought to be able to cut and nail up a couple of boards a day.
Over Christmas vacation I hope to pick up the windows and install them, and frame, build, and hang the three dutch doors.
It’s hard to express the relief and even joy I feel, slowly getting this project accomplished after all this time.