Easter Weekend at the Christiana Lake House, Day 1
Some hot dogs (and peeps) were roasted on the fire. An incredibly relaxing end to an incredibly relaxing day.
Some hot dogs (and peeps) were roasted on the fire. An incredibly relaxing end to an incredibly relaxing day.
It’s hard to believe that we built our garden boxes a full year ago. Although… I guess we started a year ago, but it did take us longer than we expected to finish.
When the site loaded up, I looked at it and thought “Wait, this isn’t right.” This is… someone else’s wedding? A whole host of thoughts ran through my mind. Did my domain expire? Did someone take over my site, replacing my images with theirs? Where did all our wedding photos go?
So did you know that you can order paint via Amazon? It’s true. But so far, our experience has been that the act of delivering paint is easier said than done.
Liz, working with the impact drill.
You know what’s crazy? I took this photo yesterday, on March 25th. Exactly a year ago from yesterday, we picked up the lumber for our garden box project.
Bob was over a few nights ago, helping us get the last bit of plywood up along the wall (by where our basement stairs will go). That said, he was off doing his own measurements for the stairs while Liz and I measured and cut the plywood for the last remaining section.
Liz, looking at the complicated cross stitch pattern she’s working on. I know she’s done a bit of this before, but nothing quite so involved. Note the additional thread to be used, near the top of the image.
With the space behind the stairs cleared up, Liz finished her measuring. With all the lines in place, I cut the board with a circular saw, and Liz came in afterwards to do some cleanup work with the multitool.
Met up today with Michelle, Meg, Josh, and Mike for brunch over at Tweet in Uptown.
Once we got done with our cleanup (removing a lot of trash, doing a quick pass with our shop vac), we worked on cutting up some plywood to continue strengthening up the walls.
After work, Liz and I suited up and headed to the basement. I have to tell you – it was not an easy or pleasant thing, to keep that momentum going. The last thing I want to do after a day of work is to come home… and then do more work.
In addition to some brats and sausages, we decided to cook up some of the spaghetti squash that came from our garden boxes. We ended up using our grill as a kind of glorified oven, with Liz constantly checking in on them over the course of an hour.
After today’s exam, I learned that I should probably get… progressive lenses. Which is a nice way of saying that I need bifocals.
Ugh.
Everything else mostly fell into place after that, though it was a bit slow going. The first set of measurements took a while, as Liz and I talked through the logic of what needed to be recorded, and how those lines translated over to the plywood.