Noting the slow progress of the remaining work, The Slave Drivers conspired to convene in Shangri-La to whip the effort into shape. Somehow they tricked me into joining them. The plan was to finish the drywall and ceilings so that the LSW and The Boy didn't have to feel that they were living in a construction zone each time they came to enjoy what is - overtly at least - a vacation home.
I forgot my camera, but my sister came prepared and documented the proceedings. The results, in no particular order...
|Mmm...breakfast. The Slave Drivers kept us in food throughout the weekend. My father took care of two dinners out and grilled steaks one night and burgers another. My sister took care side dishes and breakfasts, which included...|
|Bacon in a cup!!|
|As we're currently sleeping in the living space, every day ended with about an hour of clean up. The cots, bed rolls and sleeping bags are seen here stacked in the corner; most days, they passed the day stacked on the [new!] back porch.|
|We spent the first evening relaxing on the front porch, but had to move to the back when the materials arrived. Afternoon storms were in the forecast, and so the porch became materials storage for most of the weekend.|
|The aforementioned 'system', and a clever way to to keep the trim nailer handy when not in hand.|
|Hmm...steak, potatoes, onions, garlic and beer (not pictured).|
|The Slave Drivers enjoying a libation on the back porch.|
|Yours truly setting the decking in place. Note the safety shoes we're always careful to wear on the work site. Fun fact: It was 95 degrees and humid as hell!|
|The slave drivers proudly display the 'architects model' for the cabin. Surprisingly, it was the perfect side to double as the gable-end dry wall...|
|Rest for the weary? Actually, no: After this picture was taken, I was up most of the night because camping cots suck.|
|I hadn't thought about what we'd do with the underside of the bridge, so we went with my father's idea to use the ceiling material installed at a 90-degree angle. I think it works well.|
|Me and Sis.|
|Still, it looks finished if you stand in just the right place...|
|Dad and I on the back porch.|