Sunday, December 23, 2012
We're putting the roof on the Groanhouse. Now to lift it waaay up over my head like baby Superman lifts a car off his dad. One of Liam's friends helps, sort of. Bill's on the far side doing his best.
And it's on! This is about the only phase of the construction that went smoothly. And thank God. Because I had visions of having to take the roof off and put it back on oh, four or five times to get it to work. But it popped right into place. Amazing. What a sweet sound.
Truing up the fittings.
Bill still had to mount the doors.
But it was looking mighty sweet to me. Big. Roomy. Like a greenhouse. Even sort of... beautiful.
What is beautiful, Mether, is that chickeny stir-fry you and Daddeh are eating. Please give me a couple more chunks. I have been helping and helping and helping.
Yes, Chet Baker, nobody has helped more than the doggeh. Because building a greenhouse from a kit takes a lot of kisses and hugs to make the cussing go away. Or subside a little.
Bill even managed to hook up the little gas heater before darkness fell, and we fired it up and sat inside the STRUCTURE and had a few libations.
And I allowed myself to begin to dream about filling my GREENhouse with plants. Which, as I write on December 15, I just have.
I kept telling myself that I'd do all the weatherstripping before I put plants in it. Fat flippin' chance. It takes me about 20 minutes per window to squidge the huge thick black rubber weatherstrip into a nanometer-wide edge around the perimeter of each damn window. I don't have that kind of time. They'll get weatherstripped when they get weatherstripped and not a minute sooner.
I can tell you that when it got to about 30 degrees with a wailing gale and snow, I wished I had had time to weatherstrip it. Hoping to find some victims to help me after Christmas. When Winter Storm Draco Malfoy blew in, the roof vent unlatched and blew wide open. Brrr. Glad I neurotically checked it before I went to bed. And there's no way to lock it from inside. Design Flaw Number oh who's counting. And I managed to get that fastened down and then somehow the door blew open. Bill caught that one and blocked it with a chair. So the plants have had adventures in chilling. They're going to have to lump it. Still learning my way around this thing.
Right now, I have to have a glass of wine and a warm puppeh on my lap. And the evening sun slanting in the deli trays. Thank you, Dave, Marcy, and especially sweet Bill for working so hard to make my dream become a structure.