cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You Couldn't Do This In Most Places The rafters are coming along. Painfully slowly, but they are getting done. I got 4 in on Saturday and 3 in after work yesterday. It's slow going and not very satisfying. Too much time spent measuring and fiddling around with each piece of wood, checking it and re-cutting the end and then checking it again. I just want to nail pieces of wood to other pieces of wood. Plus I haven't found a really efficient way of cutting each birds mouth quickly with the tools that I have. My miter saw basically starts each cut, but then I have to finish each one with a hand saw. Then of course the blade of the hand saw is of a slightly lesser thickness than that of the miter saw blade, meaning that the birds mouth is then slightly askew and must be fiddled with even more with a chisel or what-have-you. Building a roof by hand all by yourself is a big pain in the ass. Trish turned 31 the other day. On Saturday both kids spent the day over at my parents house. Trish and I both got a lot of work done in their absence then went out for an over-priced early dinner at a French restaurant. It was still daylight when we got back. We decided to grab a couple of rifles and a cigarette each and go sit up in the attic of the workshop to shoot down at stuff below. Neither of us really smokes. Just every now and then. Maybe a couple times a month in warmer months, not at all in the winter. I set up the spinning metal .22 targets about 20 yards away on the lawn and we plinked at those for a while. Then we switched to Trish's scoped .303 Enfield. I tossed out clay pigeons into the meadow to shoot at, since they are bright orange and shatter nicely. Then we quaffed beer up there until it was getting too dark to see. Conclusion: It is very satisfying to sit up in the attic of a half-completed building with your legs dangling off the side while you blast away at random objects in a meadow with a rather large rifle. We must do this again. I wish we'd taken pictures. This is the lovely freedom of living in the middle of nowhere in a state without an excess of government. That particular manner in which Trish and I spent the last hour of Saturday would be completely impossible for most people in America to experience. 11:35 - 2008-04-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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