I’ve been itching to get back at the shed. On Wednesday I finally corralled the whole family for one final small shed cleaning blitz. Sylvia was a great help:
Until now, the door had to be nailed in place after every shed session. The hinges and long since rusted away, and the frame had rotted. Actually, the door blew off during the Hurricane so it was high time we thought about a more permanent fix.
A more permanent fix, also known as…
See how happy I am about having a door that swings?
Travis also thoughtfully and methodically set about to remove all the rusty nails protruding from the ceiling beams. I’ve been happily navigating around them all this time, but I suppose if they were at my eye level I’d take a hammer to them, too.
Sylvia woke up just as we were sweeping out the last of the wood shavings and dust.
She was delighted with the progress:
All in all, a successful evening’s work. The next task will be to re-organize the contents of both sheds. One for tools and toys, the other solely for wood.
This weekend is thanksgiving. The weather is cool but glorious. I love this time of year.