The first exterior wall is covered on the outside

August 29, 2015 - Saturday morning

57 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I don't have a lot of time to write this morning. I'll be riding partway to work with Sargie then walking back home before Grady-time begins. Yup, Grandpa and Grady are hanging out in the hood today.

I hit the floor running Friday morning. I had a meeting at 9 AM and after, pulled the trailer to the local concrete plant where I got a load of sand. I was back home by midmorning, changed my clothes, and snagged Neighbor Mike to help me get the Ford tractor unstuck from between two trees.

I thought I was in a different place and drove between the wrong two trees on Thursday, wedging the tractor, only to have it die. When I attempted to start it, the battery was dead.

The old pickup truck didn't let me down. The tractor was freed in no time.

I got busy shoveling sand. The concrete plant had given me enough to make a large beach, all I needed was the lake.

 It was surprising how much sand it took to fill the tire and scatter some around the immediate area. The rest was put in a pile out of the way at the edge of the woods for future use.

The rest of the day was spent working on the shop. It felt good to finally get one wall covered. My biggest joy was the fact that each stud was exactly on center meaning the edge and center of every 4x8 sheet hit where it was supposed to. 

For anyone who knows what they are doing, it wouldn't be a big deal, but for me, it was a major accomplishment, a victory. I hope the rest is as easy.

Sargie was home early and we went into town for a burger. Neither of us had any trouble falling asleep last night.

Today's going to be a busy one. Sargie opens the Vision Center and has made arrangements to leave work early. She wants to spend some Grandma-time with the boy munchkin. 

I hope to take my walk first thing this morning before Grady time. After? Well, other than doing a bit of laundry, we'll be messing around here, playing in the sandbox, spitting and whittling... you know, doing guy-stuff. I may put him in the stroller and we'll walk up to the lake and throw some rocks in the water. Of course, there's the mandatory four-wheeler ride through Neighbor Mike's fields and our woods. I'd like to continue work on the shop, but Grady's a bit small to hand me those 4x8 sheets so I can cover the attic floor. 

Time to quit writing. It's light enough that I can go feed the pumpkin and see what's new in the garden.

After all, a man's work is never done.

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