After an early and running start this morning Andy realized he could be more productive if we picked up some additional supplies. So off we went to get a sister beam for between the French doors. Here she is riding home:
Who's driving this crazy Buick?! Oh it's parked. Andy was talking about white oak logs with someone who probably didn't really care when I snapped the top pic.
After hitting up Florence hardware for some additional goods we got a buy one get one free pizza lunch for the drive home. When we returned home I quickly started wiggling our belongings into more or less the places where they might live and then volunteered myself or an awful, awful job: applying tar coating to the foundation that my family had helped expose last weekend. This is what we are working with here:
It's the worst. The absolute worst. The brush kept coming undone and holes I had filled with the stuff kept reappearing. A real test of mental and physical strength this job. I hate even writing about it. It's not slower than molasses up a hill in January to me anymore. It's slower than tar on a foundation wall in June.
It's finished now. Andy is hoping to have the French doors reinstalled today or tomorrow. I am glad to be able to do jobs like this one that don't require a carpenters brain. My body is much better suited for the organizing in home though. So back to that!
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