The Great Shed War of 2015

Contrary to what yesterday's post may suggest, Maple Festival weekend isn't all about eating tasty, sweet, tree sweat in its various forms. I had asked Christine on the way up on Friday night if she was ready to witness to the age old feud between man...and shed.

(She was)

The longer we've owned the place, the more we've grown to hate that damn shed. I'd swear that the junk in there actually has some sort of breeding ability and multiplies while we're not looking. We've had several "clean-outs" of that structure only to feel again shortly after that it's still filled with garbage. It is a factory of crap.

Well, no more! We are determined to get rid of it. It's filthy, has holes in the roof and the floor's rotted in some areas. Got to go.

And so, armed with nothing but a screwdriver and my awesome Mechanix gloves...

I charged into the belly of the beast!

George had my back.

For a while...

After the shed spit me out about three hours later, we (Christine included) had pretty much gutted the thing. It's basically just a shell now. We WILL prevail! Eventually.

That was a job that we actually started during our last visit. There were a number of those revisited during this past weekend. Among them was a wine rack we bought that combined took about eight hours to put together. I kid not.

But first we removed one piece of furniture which was of no use to us and slid the one that holds our extra dishes and such over to the window. So that corner looks kind of like this now.

There's that red lantern I mentioned in an earlier post. And that's George's bed at left. He loves to chew that thing when he's wound up. It generates an infinite amount of foam bits.

The space between the doorways that lead into the kitchen now looks like this:

Nice photobomb, Georgie...

I dig that the wine rack coincidentally matches my little lighthouse. The paddle was dug out of the devil shed some time last year, I think, and because it's cracked down the flat end, it's basically useless as anything but decoration anyway.

The wall looks a little bare now but slap a bottle of wine and some flowers up there and that should look pretty nice (or at least help mask the faded area where a mirror used to be).

The plan is to cover the chairs with the same material as the couch, something we want to trick Kathy into doing learn how to do at some point. It's coming along.