6/24/19
(Above: Jacobhouse, standing stalwartly beneath the afternoon sun.)
Building Summary: Today I started off by making plans with Padre to further counterweight the closet for the sake of its long-term durability. However, when I began with my next task – planning for the shelving and covering of the closet-wall – I recalled another idea in regard to the pull-out. Padre gave me the suggestion a few days ago, and it consisted of a wheel being attached to the front of the drawer. Not only would the hardware take stress off of the drawer slides, it would not add any weight while doing so.
This was ensued by my catching a ride down to Sparr Farm Supply with Padre and Wag (they were already planning on venturing down there to procure a hose fitting), and there, we found a perfect wheel for the closet: a 175 lb. rated plastic roller. When we got back, I rode around with Padre through the beefers. It was after this that we used the payloader to transport much of the woodmess from Jacobhouse’s porch while simultaneously bringing out a couple spare pieces of ¾” plywood*. These pieces of plywood will be used to close in the closet-wall’s shelf space.
Commentary: This morning began as one of those notorious ‘planning episodes’ where I leap many mental hurdles, but at the end, lack a sense of actual physical accomplishment. Fortunately, with the help of Padre, I was able to forgo that latter bit, for now I have the wheel and the wood available to (roughly) finish up the closet-wall.
I feel that I should also include mention of the other task I tended to this morning: clearing out/cleaning up all the distracting clutter. This was not originally part of today’s plan, but early in the morning, I was studying the closet-wall, and as I made my way around to make different measurements, my tattered shoe kept catching on various articles stacked and laying around the wall that I soon intended to work upon. After experiencing this for a couple rounds about the closet, and after my nearly knocking over a jar filled with infuriatingly tiny screws, I decided it was time to fix two things. First and foremost? My shoe. With a pair of pliers, I ripped off all tatters and thus made my gait through Jacobhouse quiet and comfortable once again… Well. Almost comfortable. There was still the matter of clutter.
The following clean-up took some time, and it is still not completely finished, but already, and even now up at oldhouse, my mind is more at ease with the knowing that all the various (literal) nuts and bolts are in the same place, as are the spare pipe parts, painting supplies, drill-gun equipment, measure-implements, and scrap wood. I foresee quite a number of similar clean-up days coming in the future, but I can also espy the light at the end of the tunnel where such tidying will only consist of typical household tasks. Vacuuming (perhaps robotic), dusting, wiping-down, et cetera; none of it will be difficult, because none of the abovementioned items will be in Jacobhouse any longer. Indeed, I intend for my home to be a shrine to minimalism — to all that is absolutely and gloriously clutter-free.
Final Note: I left the A/C running down at Jacobhouse in the event that Alan and Terry show up to work on the breaker panel. However, if that does not come to pass today, I will appreciate this cooling this afternoon when I stop by and finish with my neatening up. As for tomorrow’s activities, I reckon I will be measuring, marking, and cutting plywood for the shelving and outer sides of the closet-wall.
*Left-over from last year when we fitted a dump wagon with wooden walls. The wagon has been utilized many times since for the collection of green-chop and the transport of wood shavings.