It's the busy season at the Church. Summer was right for hanging out at the
Ice Cream Store, shooting the breeze and eating ice cream.
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| Sittin' and Chattin' |
But Fall hath come, and worker bees are swarming the church ready to make some sweet, sweet honey. Sweet and fresh as the wild honey the bee gathers on the moor. (Anyone get the reference?)
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| (Where Honey = Finished Church) |
But before we get to the big changes, I need to catch up.
So let's go back a week or so when a back door was added. We needed a second exit, so a hole was cut and a giant door was inserted. Here it is!
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| Big giant metal door. |
Another added feature is a bathroom. The Church never had water or septic, so we've been using the handy but rented Port-a-John just outside the front door. But winter's a-coming and it's time to move the operation indoors. The bathroom will have its own lovely window for viewing. Not sure how we'll deal with that yet...
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| Potty room! No peeking! |
It also features a very high ceiling and will sport a very heavy and old marble sink.
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| High, ceiling! |
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| It'll be pretty once it's cleaned up! Trust me! |
The toilet will be new. The septic tank will be new. The water tanks that will hold our potable water will be new. Meanwhile, back at Fort McMahon (the cottage in Port Austin) the sinks and toilets were thick with hair. Since both Mike and I have long hair, the drains get clogged with amazing regularity. So here we are spending 15 minutes at the Walmart shopping for a plunger. We've got that kind of time!
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| "I like the black one, it feels thicker than the pink one..." |
Really, we have to break ourselves away from the church to take care of other business, and it's not easy. But when one hears directly from God to finish the church, one must obey! Other stuff can and will have to wait.
So back to the Church. We've had a lot of prep work to do. We'd already had the plaster and lathe removed, and the electrical is mostly all installed. But there were still pockets of aged filth, ductwork that needed to be moved, and just all kind of nasty little jobs that had to be done.
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| High work... |
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| And low work... |
I went up high to remove the last of the nails and dust and animal leavings. Mike went low to wriggle around in the dirt of the crawl space. This blog doesn't come with smell-o-vision, but perhaps you can imagine the aroma of damp, aged, lived-in dirt under a 120 year old church. I was lucky to get the other job since rolling in the dirt is not my idea of fun! Poor Mike always gets the dirty jobs!
The church has a crawl space. The story as we know it is that the church was originally built about a quarter mile away on Carrie lane! It was moved to its present spot around 1902.
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| Crawl space? Who wants to crawl around down there? |
Working all week, and then working all weekend makes a body tired. Here we are after our respective adventures. High or low, it's most likely Bud-O-clock.
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| Weary, but satisfied with a job well done! |
