Monday, September 14, 2015
I'm sure we've all done it.
Have a small project that can be remedied with some minor supplies and a few labor intensive hours.
There, job done.
Ah... not so fast, my friend!
Once you get a little demolition underway, you realize there' a bit more in the offering than you bargained for. Well, case in point. My woodshed, attached to the back of my garage, has been begging for a little TLC the last couple of years. The front edge of the shed gets a lot of snow and ice accumulating in the front over the winter months. I hang a large tarp over the opening to keep the snow and ice away from my wood, but it still piles up there and melts big time in the spring. In 26 years, I've had to replace the plywood flooring once and now a second time. What I didn't realize until I had the old flooring up was that the weight of the cords of wood, a pesky woodchuck and the water damage had seriously damaged the main 2x6s running beneath the floor. My friend Curt, who had done some major work here at the homestead, stopped over to survey the damage and is going to take care of it this week. A job, that I thought I could take care of easily, now will entail some major work. Now, where am I in all of this? Well yesterday, while ripping up the rotting flooring, I threw out my back or something. No problem sitting or sleeping, but at the moment, any up or down movement is out of the question. So, I won't even be able to assist him this afternoon.
Not good at all.
I'll be laying low for a few days.
See, little jobs often do turn into so much more.
Not good at all.
*(shot taken on outer Stroudwater Street... yes, cows in the city proper.)