After five ten hour workdays, we got the ceiling and walls up in the kitchen / living room. As a bonus, we got “hammer hands” (something like carpal tunnel, the hands get inflamed, and the fingers fall asleep) bad enough to keep us up at night. We didn’t have a nail gun, and each and every plank needed two finishing nails every 16 inches (on every stud / rafter), which meant a lot (a lot) of hammering. Still, all we want to do is to keep on going. It is so fun, just plain fun! Most of the time…there were some moments when we squeezed up under the ceiling with aching necks and flattened thumbs that were less joyous. I asked my wifey dear if she was having fun, and the response was a humorous snort: “In the broadest sense.” Sometimes it is hard, as in complicated, difficult, heavy, and physically taxing. It goes to show that hard work and fun are not mutually exclusive. While huffing and puffing, sighing and swearing, we also look at each other with shiny and excited eyes. We are building our own house! Wow. With each and every plank we see our house coming into being, it is as cozy as can be, and we can’t wait to live there. We can feel the space now, and it feels like home.
And that’s it for now, I’m too tired to think, and my hands are too tired to write. But enjoy the pictures!