But, as always, I am outside, mumbling and cursing (NOT under my breath) while I finish construction of a badly needed shed. Mike roughed it in and the rest is up to me. He brought me a pile of good boards salvaged from an old deck...
...which I must now transform into this...
Oh, wait...that's one of Martha Stewart's many houses. My shed won't look anything like that. It was recently pointed out to me by a dear friend that I am obsessed with Martha Stewart. I most certainly am not! But I do love her...Anyway, that's another entry for another day.
It's hard to resist using that line from a famous movie, "Let me introduce you to my little friend."
Mike slapped an impact driver in my hand on a recent project and I knew my life would never be the same. In fact, I wish my life would've been different because I could have used one of these babies at least 25 years ago. Ah well, making up for lost time.
What I am, in fact, doing with the boards is "paneling" the inside of the shed. I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression about the city where I live but I'd be lying if I said I'd never had any problems. Sheds attract a lot of bad attention so I'm attempting to turn mine into a fortress; they can get in if they REALLY want to but it ain't gonna be easy.
Standing inside the shed now, I feel like I'm in an episode of "Little Shed on the Prairie", what with the chickens running around and all. I'm currently building the doors but already enjoying having a place to work outside, protected from the rain. For anyone reading this who is not familiar with life in Florida, our houses don't have basements as the water table is just below the surface, and my house had neither garage nor shed. I'm relieved to not have to use the table saw in the living room anymore.
They tell me the days aren't quite as hot but I think it's pretty rough out there. Remember, I'm a hair stylist, used to standing around in the AC chitchatting about hair.
It was so hot and humid yesterday, I evaporated.
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