So, we've been building a shop for my husband. More like a second home, really, or at least it seems that way.
First, we graded dirt (and I use the term "we" very, very loosely here and throughout this post) and set poles. These poles are so incredibly heavy. I could not lift one end over two inches.
See that empty space? Phillip was one post short, and so he & I put that post up the next night. Notice how in the picture above, 4 grown men are holding the post in place? Yeah, I held that sucker. By myself. And Phillip tilted it in place. By himself. I was so impressed.
Next came the framing and the trusses.
Watching them set these with the crane was unbelievably cool. And that day, it was 25 degrees and the wind was blowing 30 mph. Not really the best day to set trusses, but we (my husband & his friends) are only working weekends, so we have to take what we can get, weather-wise.
The first two trusses up & braced.
Two of our friends up on the roof nailing 2x4s into the trusses.
It's a 16-foot building, so these guys are up there. And they just walk around like it's no big deal that they could fall at any moment.
At the end of the day, all the trusses are up, which ends the framing portion of the job. Still much to go. (Love this silhouette.)
Last weekend, they started on the metal roof. Here's the roof over the "office" portion of the shop:
Yesterday, they finished all the metal on the roof, which I have yet to take pictures of because I'm pretty lazy on the weekends. Next week, they will start adding the metal to the sides.
So what am I doing in all this?
I make lunch for 5-10 hungry men. Hamburgers, sandwiches, and one highly complimented round of pulled pork sandwiches. And sweet tea. Lots of sweet tea.
They eat quite a bit.