boards sans nails
You may recall our wood pile's earlier days up in the 2nd floor freshly ripped from it's hundred year ancestral home. Well, wood pile has moved on and is adjusting quite well to it's new home in the garage.
I've decided to call this portion of the project,
"The Saga Of The Wood Pile" because after three full days of removing nails -it feels like a saga.
No, it's not a miniseries nor a short film. In fact, if the wood pile was a film it would be more along the lines of Gandhi or perhaps Reds (the director's cut) with just about as much suffering in it's own right.
Now the wood pile is residing in the garage awaiting it's next tribulation in which it will be branded with a label stating it's location in the 2nd floor. I don't know which of us will find this process more tortuous wood pile or me.
You might notice the wall-mounted sinks at the far end. We picked those up down the street for a mere $45! And I thought deals like this could not be had in Chicago.
Can anyone guess the purpose of the tennis ball hanging by a rope? And bonus to anyone who can guess why we had to put it there.