It’s really uncanny. Every time I have just thoroughly vacuumed the house, my father announces that he is going to (a) start a new project or (b) finish a started project. Meaning that last night, he told me he was planning to finish work on the switch-over of the rafters (since we had to cut one in pieces for the window to fit and I wasn’t eager to have the roof collapse on my head while sitting on the couch) and perhaps do some work on the inside casing and paneling.
We started right after breakfast, and finished at 7.00 p.m.
It is amazing to me how the power tools needed for this kind of a project accumulate at the end of the day. By the time we were finished, I had the following in the living room:
1 percussion drill, 1 regular drill, 1 belt grinder, 1 angle grinder, 1 eccentric grinder, 1 jigsaw, 1 circular saw, 1 cordless drill / screwdriver.
Not to mention the ever present chainsaw (which was removed from the living room immediately after its use to trim off a piece of the rafter) and various chisels and mallets and angles and pocket rules and pencils and and last but not least, lots of sawdust to go around. (And at this point I must sing the praises of my vacuum cleaner – which has survived not only building this house but various renovation projects. Mom gave it to me when they moved stateside and it has been working hard ever since.)
The window is fully installed and is perfect (because of me – I cut the last piece of paneling wood with the circular saw and the jigsaw to a perfect fit ;-). No, actually, he threatened to hit me if I ruined the board :-P.
Anyhow, poor Tobi saw the ladder this morning and exited the house quickly. Spent all day at my father’s & Hilde’s house. He hates renovations. On Monday night, after we did the initial work for the window, he got me out of bed twice in the middle of the night – I thought it was something he ate but Hilde pointed out that he was probably suffering from stress. I think she was right. Last year when we expanded the upstairs gallery, he had the same problems.
But, the window is finished. And lovely. And huge. And very excellent.
German saying for the day: “Wo gehobelt wird, fallen Späne”.
English: “Where something is being planed, shavings will fall.”
Loosely translated, it means where something or someone is being improved, a bit of dirt or remnants will fall off.