WE HAVE WOOD!

Yes, we really have posts and roof trusses up!  

We had been 're-scheduled' (again) for this past Tuesday and as hubby and I drove up the road to the property, with *bated breath,  we were both ready for the disappointment again of not seeing anything happening.  BUT ... not to be this time.  We actually had posts up ...

  

and they had been working on assembling the roof trusses too.  If you look at that second photo you will notice a little black  'thing' attached to the top of the post. That thing is actually a Hoist.  It doesn't look like much does it?  Well, they actually take four of those and attach them to the top of the four posts that a whole roof section will be attached to. Then, those 4 little hoists lift the whole roof section up off the ground up to the roof level where the fellows then set, and fasten them.

We left Wednesday and I went back up on Thursday alone to follow the progress. When I got there they already had the back truss and rafters up and set.  As we have been told several times, no one has built a house in Mullan in years.  : /  So . . . we have become the Social Center for a lot of our neighbors who come out to watch the progress daily (such as it is) on the house.  One of those neighbors is a wonderful lady by the name of Flossie.  Flossie just celebrated her 90th birthday last week.  She is sharp as a tack and an absolute delight.  On Thursday Flossie and I sat on her front porch together and watched as they worked to set the rest of the trusses.  

Dodger, our dog, . . . supervising the job.

If you look at the wood band around the bottom of the framing you'll notice, over on the left, that we are still 'slightly' not level.  That seems to be our nemesis.  That area will still need to be filled in before they can proceed with the foundation.  You can see the Hoists a little better from this angle.  Hard to believe something that small can lift that whole section of roof.

When we were moving things in to the garage for storage a few months back, we stuck our wrought iron divider up along side of it.  The overhang is very low and everyone kept bumping their heads so we thought that would help to avoid that problem  Well, then it needed something to hold it in place so we put one of my big Planters along side of it to hold it.  Snow was still on the ground so no plants were peeking out at that point.  A few weeks ago I went over to that area of the garage and, much to my surprise, there were my Lillies and Clematis in full bloom.  Despite being very neglected, they had managed to thrive and bloom pretty much on their own.  I'm taking that as a good sign.  :)

 

The Lillies originally came from my Garden two houses ago in Idaho.  Only fitting that they come back home.  :)

I came back Friday hoping to see the actual roof(ing) being put on.  NOT.   No one was there, or had been there.  Guess we are back to the 'Who knows when they show up next' chapter.  But, Glen and Bob will be working on the plumbing this weekend so we will just keep forging forward.

So . . . * 'Bated breath' (when you almost stop breathing).  As I wrote that I wondered who ever came up with that phrase in the first place and for some unknown reason I decided to google it.  I, of course, spelled it 'Baited breath' because that's how I've always seen it.  Well, I was wrong.  It is 'Bated Breath' ~ well, it was originally  'Bated Breath' ~ and Shakespeare was the first to use the phrase in The Merchant of Venice.  In 1933 a Poet, by the name of Geoffrey Taylor, used the spelling 'Baited Breath' in his book 'A Dash of Garlic and thus, changed the meaning . . .

Sally, having swallowed cheese,
Directs down holes the scented breeze,
Enticing thus with baited breath
Nice mice to an untimely death.

So . . . now aren't you glad you stopped by . . .

til next time . . .

Charleen