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We Sheathed It Good


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Sheathing just sounds like a dirty word. It’s a romance novel word I guess. Well, today we sheathed our tall, hard, hungry framing in a sultry, passionate layer of dry wall and plywood. Bert and I were on our own on this one and it started out a little shaky. I was nervous about things. Not the things I didn’t know, but the things I didn’t know I didn’t know. Like Donald Rumsfeld famously said: “Reports that say that something hasn’t happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.” That’s how I feel when I’m looking at a job I need to do and I feel like there are a million little things I don’t know that are going to come back and bite me in the rear after I’ve finished. There is a name for this educational technique – ¬†learning things the hard way – or LeTHaW.

Eventually Bert and I decided not to sweat the details and we just make it happen. My natural pace is very, very slow. I like to think it all out, get nervous, run to the bookstore, buy a new tool, call anyone who I think might know, and then, very cautiously apply everything I’ve just absorbed so that I can screw it up in my own, unique way. Bert’s natural pace is lightning mode. In all fairness, I think his approach is better because his gets done quicker. But I simply can’t go at it like that because I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. As a team however, we make a good pair. Bert keeps the pace up and I fret about critical cuts or measurements. Today it worked out great and we managed to sheathe the shack (ewww) in half a day.

The first part of the day was spent capping the sewer line to the house. Sewer lines are awesome when they are empty. Ours is made out of something called Orangeburg. The only consistent information I seem to get about Orangeburg is that I should remove it as quickly as possible. It makes babies cross-eyed, attracts cats in heat, and is nearly porous after two years of burial. 

The lumberyard was next. I loaded up my truck beyond the capacity recommended by the lumberyard faculty and wheelied all the way home. 

Also! Our peaches are ripening. We sheathed our shack next to succulent ripening peaches. Ewww! And I have photos to prove it:

2 Responses to “We Sheathed It Good”


  1. scott moulton Says:

    You sheathed that one good! Something about the shack reminds me of the unabomber’s digs. (this is a complement – I think fondly of that building often) But your is an updated version that will withstand a 9.7 earthquake.

  2. blake Says:

    what a dirty, dirty shack… oww!