I have to say, I haven’t been all that inspired to blog lately. I continue to settle into retired life and figure out what I want to be doing day to day. At the moment demolition is what I’m spending a lot of outside time doing. When we bought the house there was this dilapidated child’s play structure and a big dog pen area with dog house that need to be removed to make way for other projects. Someday we’ll have a nice deck and if things go right, I might get a new building for my shop.
Much of what I’m ripping out will just have to go to trash. I’ve filled the garbage can a couple of times and a neighbor let me add a bunch of stuff to their trailer last time they did a run to the dump.
We have been able to salvage a few things for the yard. Heather used a bunch of the playhouse wood to make some planter boxes for the greenhouse (yes, we have a small greenhouse) and today I made a potting table out of bits from the old dog house. I still hope to get a few sawhorses out of the remaining 2x4s and maybe a workbench using an old door we found in the shed.
There is something oddly satisfying about ripping things apart. There is a feeling of renewal and cleansing that is just difficult to describe. The only thing that could be better than knocking apart an unsafe play structure would be breaking up concrete with a sledgehammer. Sadly, none of our concrete is slated for demolition … sigh.
As I slowly take apart what was, a plan of what can be starts to form and that builds anticipation for what could be. Where the play structure was, I can see a nice shaded deck area for afternoon tea. Where the dog pen was I count the square footage that could house my new workshop.
It will take time, but soon I hope that instead of pulling nails, my hammer will be driving the nails to build the vision that’s in my head.