Friday, October 10, 2014

Even Rome wasn't built in a day.


Howdy Ya’ll!

 

It has been a coon’s age since I last posted anything at all. Literally, a raccoon could very well have been born, lived a very fulfilling life, and be sitting somewhere in the raccoon version of Shady Acres Retirement Home asking someone to turn up the thermostat since I last posted…

 

As most of you know, our family has grown by one last July, and the Piglet is getting huge. Not “Daddy I ate the entire month’s worth of food and now I’m morbidly obese” huge, but “I’m wearing 2 year clothing a year early huge”.  This kid is growing faster than a well fertilized crop. (Come to think of it, he does give off a good bit of his own fertilizer…overflow maybe?). Anyway, he has outgrown his little corner of our room and we decided to convert our garage into a master bedroom/bathroom and give the Piglet his own sty. To do that, we needed somewhere to store all the yard tools, power tools, and miscellaneous treasures that a family tends to accumulate in the garage. The plan was (note the past tense) to build a barn in the back yard and then build out the garage ourselves. We learned quite a few valuable lessons during this grand endeavor; for instance, I apparently have delusions of grandeur. In my own mind, I am a magnificent master of construction who can build the barn and room all by myself in two weeks, which is the timeframe I took off of work and gave myself to complete this project. Now make no mistake, I still have the aforementioned delusions. Just not about my contracting abilities. Needless to say, we are still in the same master bedroom and are about to move the Piglet in with the Monkey. The Zoo is staying the same, just moving the animals around.

 

Regardless, the purpose of this post is not to cause you concern of my mental health; that is still as screwy as a sow’s tail. This post is all about the barn, which was to be step 1 of the project, and became the whole project in and of itself. Now my Darlin Bride will tell you, I don’t do anything small. When I decide something needs building, and I am the one to do said building, it’s going to be big. As I was looking at ideas for the barn, I determined that the stuff in my 20’X20’ garage wouldn’t fit in some puny little 12’X12’ shed despite it only taking up about one half of the garage.  I decided the barn was to be 18’X24’ and 16 stories high. My bride (after recovering from her gut wrenching laughter) kindly suggested that I might want to consider making the barn smaller than the house itself. The final outcome was a 16’X20’ masterpiece of barn building that actually looks halfway decent. While I would love to be able to tell you that I singlehandedly whipped this amazing edifice up in two week with my own two hands, that would only be a partial truth. The WHOLE truth is, I could never have built this thing by myself. Not only was it physically impossible, but I found that I don’t know all the tricks of building a structure. In fact, I knew almost nothing at all! If it weren’t for my Dad-in-law and a couple of work friends, the barn would look a lot like this….

 

That being said, here is a picture history of the barn build. The first step was to clear out a 25’X25’ section of brush in the back yard that contained yaupon, small pines, and the nastiest bunch of thorny vines this side of the Mississippi. This took  up about three days of the first week, and the only fun part of that whole affair was getting to run the chipper and punishing those wicked yaupons for growing in my yard.

 

 

 

Now here is where my first lesson in “You don’t have a clue” was. It wasn’t until AFTER I cleared, chipped, and shredded the dense forest that I learned that the grade was WAY too steep to build anything but a waterslide. There was about a 3’ drop from front to back. Just a touch outside my architectural ability, so I opted to move the location to our garden, which was less of a grade and wasn’t producing anything but weeds this year anyway…

 
                            Ahhh...Level at last

 


 

It was also about this time I realized that while the grade was not nearly as severe, it was still present and required yet another trip to Lowe’s Home Improvement for some cinder blocks to raise the foundation. Once I had the blocks in place, I was able to set up the blocks on gravel and attach the rim joists to the 4X4 skids and start building the floor. This was about the time one of my work buddies stopped by to check on my progress (since I wasn’t answering my phone), and immediately called our boss and took the rest of that day and all of the next day to help out. Not that I couldn’t have done it by myself, but, well ok… I couldn’t. Now that this was all in place, I (and by “I”,  I mean “We”) attached the flooring to the foundation and things started looking like a REAL construction job.

 

 

Immediately after the floor was finished, we built the walls. Apparently square actually MEANS square and not an estimate thereof. This wasn’t really important until much later when we started assembling the trivial parts of the barn such as the roof, doorway, siding, you know, the little stuff.  Who knew, besides professional builders, I mean….

 


In the beginning there were walls....

And the walls were good.









Once the walls were up, Dad-in-law came over and helped me assemble the roof trusses. Now, for those of you who don’t know him, Dad is a life saver and a genius when it comes to things like this. He showed me how to make a template for the trusses, which made 99% of them come out identical (the one that didn’t was entirely the fault of the crooked board, or at least that’s my version of the truth!). When the trusses were finished, Dad-in-law and my work partner came over and helped me hang them and install them correctly.

 


The trusses went up with almost no hitch, and we installed the sheathing. When the sheathing was in place, I built the eave end extension (actually by myself this time) and installed them, and then my Beautiful Bride and I put the tar paper up. As a side note, it will not rain until you are in the middle of a barn build. Literally, EVERY time I started a project on this build, it would start raining. You think God was trying to teach me something?

 
 
Dad-in-Law hard at work....again

With the roof in place, we installed the siding. In this build I used SmartSide from 84 Lumber in Conroe, TX. Good stuff to use on walls, just one tiny little tip; BUY ENOUGH. I found that my math skills are about on par with my construction skills and apparently one DOES use geometry after they graduate high school (Sorry Teacher, I was wrong). With the siding done, we painted the walls and trim, and I built a set of heavy doors (again with Dad-in-law’s help). We installed the requisite Lone Star on the eave end, and had our barn.

Hmmm...what did I forget? OH YEAH...the DOOR.....
 

 Now don’t let the length of this post fool you; this magnificent example of Texas architecture was not built in two days. It wasn’t even built in two weeks. It took us from April 13, 2014 to Oct 04, 2014….SIX MONTHS! At that rate, Rome not only wouldn’t have been built in a day, it would have been built in about 6 millennia. There would still be Romans wandering around the Colosseum (spelling is correct; I Googled it!) in their robes wondering why they ever started it, and their little Roman Brides would be asking them if they really knew what they were doing, and why didn’t they just hire the dang Greeks to do it for them……

Aaaaaand, we're DONE!!!



Thank you to everyone who helped us on this project! I (WE) really do appreciate it!



Until next time,