I'm not sure when it happened, or why, but between turning 50 and Bill being killed*, I turned into some sentimental crazy lady. I find myself getting sentimental about the dumbest things.
First, the Whimsical Treehouse. When I'd explained what I wanted to do with the old pallets and extra windows from the Lodge, Beel was all in. Hell, I am even sentimental about the pallets, because we'd used them to help train the horses. Instead of being horse bridges, the pallets became walls. Within just a few weeks of Jay and I returning from Italy, and telling Bell about my cockamamie idea of building a greenhouse so I could grow my own pomegranate trees, he was killed, but I didn't let the idea of the greenhouse die with him. Mom and I built Whimsy, which was a good healing project, and now she's got a great origin story.
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Whimsy is home to a pineapple and pomegranate, plus all of her outside friends: concord grapes, honeysuckle, kiwi berries, tomatoes, rosemary, and lavender. |
Then the cross-buck fence. For Pete's sake, it's a section of stupid broken down old fence. But I couldn't let Mom get rid of all of it. That stupid broken down old fence contained three generations of our 'stangs. If the fence could talk, it would have some amazing stories. Now it's a part of my garden.
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Peas, cucumbers, and corn. |
And now, the outhouse. I was so excited to get it back into service, to bring a part of our livery back to life. Then it crashed and burned. Again.
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I was worried about the handwash station blowing over, not the outhouse (this time). |
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My heart sank when I saw the crack in the wall. |
I didn't think much about the potential damage the night of our get-together, because the wind had knocked it over a couple of times previously, and the worst that happened was the roof had fallen off. However, I knew, when I walked up the next morning and saw the crack in the side that I might have to tell the outhouse goodbye, that the stupid wind might have finally killed it. I was crushed and a bit ashamed to admit how upset I was about the outhouse being gone.
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At least the roof stayed on this time? LOL |
It's a stupid little outhouse made of plywood and a pallet, nothing to get upset about. Except ... except ... that stupid little outhouse was a reminder of the summer that we ran the livery.
The summer I worked three jobs, but each weekend I took a different child up to work with me and we got to spend one-on-one time together.
The summer I fell in love with Queen Estes, my first heart horse.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just a stupid little outhouse. That little building that Beel built had been around for some pivotal memories, no wonder I was upset about it.
The night after it was blown over, the night I realized the extent of the damage, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. In the middle of the night, as it so often happens, something Jay said came to mind, "it's just so top-heavy". He was right. The outhouse was too top-heavy and I should have not given in to my lazy side - I should have anchored it. I spent a couple of hours beating myself up about that, too. Then, just as I was finally drifting off, in the wee hours of the morning, a thought popped into my head, "what if I used tin on the roof just like Maggie? That would decrease the weight by a lot." I remembered that I had some leftover tin from building Maggie, maybe a piece would fit. Maybe I could just replace the cracked side of the outhouse. With that, I was finally able to sleep.
When Mom came down a couple of days later to watch the arraignment** with me, we decided it would be a good use of our time and would help us burn off some frustration to see if we could fix the outhouse.
We were both busy tearing off the roof, and forgot to take pictures, but we did manage to get it off. Mom thought that if we could just get the roof off, we could square up the sides and pull the cracked pieces back into place. We had to prop the backside of the outhouse up with cinder blocks after (wo)manhandled the roof off. She was right - with the roof off, we were able to square it up again.
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The Bionic Cowgirl putting her bionics to work.
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Adding more structural support. |
It turns out I was right also - I did have some leftover tin from Maggie's roof. The
bit that I had Chief cut off was just the perfect size! We scrounged around and pulled the screws from the old roof to use to attach the new tin roof. Yes, I'm using a hammer, but just to punch a bit of a hole into the tin so I could use the drill to drive the screw. I'm sure there is a proper tool for the job, but I used what we had within reach.
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Lots of concentration to avoid hitting my thumb. |
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New roof installed! |
We were able to square up the outhouse, and in doing so, just as we'd hoped, it pulled the cracked side into alignment. For now, the outhouse is resting on the cinderblocks. When I have time, I will glue the crack, and add in the missing piece. It's not getting to stand up again until after I have the anchors securely placed in the ground and attachment points on the outhouse itself. I'm also going to change the orientation. I'd placed the outhouse along the periphery of the property, with the door opening to the west. It was cute that way, because it was "facing" the property. Now, though, I'm going to rotate the outhouse 90 degrees so that the door is facing south, allowing for the roof line to follow the same angles as Maggie and Whimsy - the wind seems to flow up and over them nicely, so I'm hoping it'll do the same with the outhouse.
*It makes people flinch when I flatly say that Bill was killed, instead of the kinder, gentler "we lost Bill" or "Bill died", but the fact of the matter is that a distracted, meth'd up driver killed him, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it.
**We're still in the beginning stages, believe it or not, of the court proceedings, despite it being two and a half years since the accident. We were hopeful that the arraignment would go well, but all that happened was another extension and court date in August for an arraignment then. I'll post a full update in the very near future over on Mom and Bill's blog.