Making the garage into a temporary home
Man has it been and will it continue to be a lot of work. My old body reminds me constantly that it was done with manual labor by the time I hit 18. Amazing as I think back and hear my boss say things like you shouldn’t carry that much, not feeling any pain at the time and scoffing at him, now wishing I would have listened just a bit closer to my elders that knew.
It now seems so long ago when the old garage was actually connected to the house by a room that we removed. Just a empty old building, no windows, tons of rot, termites galore from the addition they placed on it some twenty years ago. It sure has been a long road, with only Rochelle, the boys and I doing any work. It seems for every hour of work I get accomplished I will have to go “rest my back” for four. The degenerative disc just wont allow me to trudge along long before I start to loose my legs and my knees forget to lock and I catch myself falling down standing still. Sometimes actually bringing a smile to everyone’s face as we ponder the inside joke ” dont break a hip old man” . Does get into my head sometimes, thinking of my disabilities and age, and her youth and beauty, wondering how I ever got so lucky this time around.
Funny now, thinking of all the questions as I blindly trudged along with no real plan other than a vision I had in my mind. I would try to explain what I seen in the little 400sft building, a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen / living area. No one could really see the dream, all they saw was the dry rot and termite damage, I should have seen before I made that fateful offer to the re man. My #1 big boy, told me all I ever will need to hear in relation to this shack, and perhaps gave me the will to trudge on another day, by simply saying ” I love this place daddy”. continue reading »