One Man’s Junk

 

 

Is another woman’s Chicken Shack.

 

It was on of those deals where the guy wants it gone, so if we take it down and take it with us, it’s free.

I like free.

So here it is.

Cute, isn’t it?

It was in London.

And a trip to London isn’t complete without a stop here:

 

For these.

I love Starbucks.

 

And I have to include this.

My wonderful BIL,

breaking the law.

In downtown London.

Bad Jeffie!!

So, I’m a bad blogger, and didn’t take a whole lot of pictures of each and every stage.  Instead of a camera in my hand, I had a hammer.

Oh yes, I can wield a hammer.

Little known fact about me:

I actually won a hammering contest.

In the woman’s category,

but beat the other women by a mile.

And when I was pit against the winner on the men’s side,

he beat me.  But it was a close finish.

Anyway…Back to the Chicken Shack.

 

The next segment of pictures is the removal of the roof.

I was not busy at that moment because I had been removing the plywood from the walls, when the guys on the roof politely asked me to stop, as the Shack was beginning to resemble Jell-o.

All wiggly and wobbly.

It really was swaying spectacularly

.

Apparently, the construction was not that well done.

Only four trusses, two at each end.

The only thing holding these guys up is 3/4 inch plywood.

 

Daniel was the eaves man.

Jeff doesn’t do edges.

 

He does peaks.

 

Some debris.

Shingles: No good.

Siding: Good.

 

More siding.  Good.

Siding, plywood, and those two windows on the right.

They’re very good.

They open, so my hens will have fresh air.

Very good.

After this segment of pictures I commenced picking up the shingles, and organizing everything into piles.  I like organization.  Same with same.

We got this far, and then went for lunch.

We ate lunch on the side of the road, using Jay’s tail gate as the table.

A Tailgate Party!!

You should have seen the people driving by stare at us.

I did not get any pictures of lunch, as I was starving.

Getting back to it after lunch.

Sheets of plywood, and the four trusses.

 

We took the frame down with the different walls intact.

I convinced the boys they would fit in the horse trailer, which Mom was bringing.  That meant a lot less work.

Jeff and Dan went to work on pulling up the floor boards, which were 8’ pressure treated, 2x6’s.  Awesome.  Most of them were solid.

 

Jay and I pulled nails.

This was the longest part of the day.  The sun was beating down, I was hot and sweaty, and pulling nails is extremely hard on my wrists.

They (my wrists) are so sore today, it’s hard to type.  And I can’t grip anything.

Those that know me intimately, know that at 16 I wore casts on my wrists for a year, due to Carpal Tunnel, and Tendonitis.  I did not want surgery.

My wrists healed, somewhat, but are still weak.

There you go.  2 little known facts in one post.

Anyway, I got through it, and now have mostly nail free boards!

The next picture I have is this.

Where the Shack used to be.

At this point, Dan and Jay were sent on an errand for Mom, to pick up some fencing.  Jeff and I loaded his trailer with all the 8’ lengths of stuff, and then sat around and waited.  And waited.  And waited.

Finally, Dan and Jay returned!

They brought Hagen Dazs for Jeff, and Sorbet for me.

Sweet guys.

Then we loaded Jay’s truck will all the long lengths of stuff.

Then we sat around and waited, and waited, and waited.

It wasn’t Mom’s fault.  The people who had repaired the trailer had guessed at the wiring, and guessed wrong.  They then had to rewire it. 

So, we waited.

 

 

The only thing left to go.

Frame walls, and trusses.

Jay’s truck, all loaded and secure, with all the long stuff.  And the appropriate ripped red towel flag.

The fence is Mom’s fence.

How Jay waits.

Playing games on his cell phone.

 

How the rest of us wait, chatting and laughing.

The loaded trailer, and all the 8’ lengths.

Watching for any sign of a giant maroon van towing and extra-tall

horse trailer.

 

Finally!!!!

We loaded the frames and trusses, squished in a metal shelf Mom wanted, thanked the guy, and got on the road to home!!

The Chicken Shack to be.

Unloading

And more unloading.

Ava was so excited she was dancing around cheering and clapping her hands.  She wants chickens.  All the kids do.

Emma say’s I will have to buy her more overalls,

as she only has two pairs.

 And farm girls wear overalls. 

I told her I would wash one pair while she wore the second pair, and that two pairs would work fine. 

It’s all about the clothes with her.

Unloading rail road ties.  Two were solid enough, two are not.

I’ll find something to do with them.

 

The Chicken Shack, all unloaded and awaiting transformation.

 

Note to those that helped me:

Thank you.  You don’t know how much it means to me that I can rely on you guys to help, whether it’s long notice, short notice, or no notice at all.  If I need you, you’re there, and that means so much. 

Love you guys.