Many ladies finding themselves with occupied uteruses undergo a lengthy period known as “nesting.” As far as I can tell, for most, this involves scrubbing walls with toothbrushes, ceaseless knitting, and looking dreamily at onesies on the internet.
For me, it means hanging insulation and hoisting sheets of OSB into the air. Introducing the Shack (In-Progress), because according to the wisdom of evolved creatures, once you have a place to shit, the next logical step is to have a different place to sleep.
(Please rest assured that this will never turn into a baby-mommy-blog of any sorts, and should I lose my edge by virtue of my newfound rotundity, I’ll go rub myself and our incubatory spawn up against a birch tree until we’re all sharp again.)
(Also rest assured that while the shack is being build, we are not, in fact, sleeping in our shitter, but in the old camper from farback.)
But the shack! Let me tell you about it. The shack is fully enclosed, as you can see here, a task which required a footrace against the onset of winter to complete, and which we won, but only because we’re cheaters.
Our lovely little woodland dwelling is fully framed with a loft on the inside (soon to be expanded to an entire second floor and a finished third-floor attic space), mostly insulated, and as of this week, will be wired for as much raw power as our poor abused battery
bay bank will allow. Next is woodstove installation, interior walls and shelves, kitchenette installation, exterior roofing and siding, and maybe a nice welcome mat and a step up. We hope to be living here within the next month or so, which, of course, is contingent on the endless maneuvering of materials and supplies up and around the hill in the middle of winter. I’ll leave your imaginations to determine how we do this.
The plan, inasmuch as we ever plan anything (q.v. spawn-sowing, above), is to consider this Shack 1.0, allow ourselves the occasional colossal fuckup, and, if we can move in without severe loss of limb or life, build a slightly larger, slightly sturdier shack one of these days, and convert this one into use for guests, or food storage, or possibly an incarceration center for children who disappoint us with demands for indoor plumbing and video games.
Meanwhile, here are a few in-progress stills from the past month and a half.
About to erect the second wall:
Roofing trusses being installed: