It’s been a while since we did a weekend update.  This form of updating used to make sense because when we were living in another place while building here we got most of our work done on the weekends.  But once we moved in, we were (theoretically) working on a (theoretically) daily basis and thus it made more sense to update on projects as they were (theoretically) completed.  Now we are so busy during the week that we are back to working on the house mostly on the weekends.  (Um, theoretically?)  So Cherie dug out an old calender and counted up and here we are: weekend 122. And that’s a lot of weekends.

Anyway, guess what we did this weekend? 

Come on, guess. 

No,you have to guess. 

Would you just guess already, fer crying out loud?????

That’s right!  We shingled!

Cherieshingling

What a surprise, right? (Pay no mind to the baby on the porch, child protective services.  Those are not electric cords all around her; they are safety lines ensuring that the playpen doesn’t go anywhere.  And that is absolutely not a table saw next her.  It’s a, um, really high-end baby monitor.)

We haven’t shingled since the fall, so it took us a little while to get back in the groove but once we did…whooo-eeee.  We were unstoppable.  Well, we were unstoppable until we ran out of dipped shingles.  Then we were stopped.  But we got a bit done, including around the front door which provides people entering our home with the illusion of completeness. 

Shingleddoor

As long as they don’t look up.  Or to the right.  Or down.  And frankly we aren’t even sure how they got to the front door considering we don’t have any steps to the porch yet.  So who cares what they think, the low-down, no-good porch scalers.

After we ran out of shingles Michael kept working and built the over-the-fridge cabinet. 

Fridgecabinet

So now we can take all of the stuff that was piled haphazardly on top of the refrigerator and pile it haphazardly in the cabinet.

We’re pretty sure we’ve said this before but…progress of any kind is still progress.

Annabelonporch

 

Darn tootin’.  Now hand me a shingle to chew.