Work Party Weekend ’19

The kitchen table was loaded with bacon, biscuits, jam and fresh scrambled eggs. Sweet J, Number Four Son and I were set to dig into it all, as My Loving Spouse sat down. I said to him, “Sweetie, today you are the boss. You’re in charge, just tell me what you want us to do. I’m not going to argue with you.” The ‘kids’ quietly snickered and My Loving Spouse sort of scoffed, but I was serious. The job was sprinklers. All I know about sprinklers is that I just want them to work…..that and do not use that big digger thing over the septic drain field.

The Bride (Sweet J) and the Groom (Number Four) had calendared the day to help us work on the farm. With their help, sprinkler installation was sure to be a cinch. Except the weather stunk, as in cold and drizzling.

The whole sprinkler installation, information, drip, new pipe, diggers and the like, had My Loving Spouse and I doing what we seldom do….got a bid for someone else to do it. The bid was for $5800. This renewed our belief, that we could get it done.

The Bride and I tackled removing the dog yard fence as it was attached to the part of the house that is soon to come down. We were masterful un-screwers and had the panels down in no time.

We had Gunner’s new temporary yard built and were quite pleased with ourselves.

Number Four had the sprinkler lines dug in quickly and the septic system was left intact, this is what we call a win-win.

The guys have discovered that the back flow device must be replaced, Bad British word. The rain is still drizzling and the temperature too low to glue pipe.

The ‘Boss’ now gets to the job he’s been trying to do for weeks. This job is called unscrew the metal roof. We had originally planned to reuse the roof, then we’d planned to sell the roof, then we’d planned to ditch the roof, and now we’re planning to see how hard it will be to just get the darn roof off.

On a few other work days, the ‘Boss’ and I had a difference of opinion on our work priorities. He was ready to unscrew the roof, while I was thinking that we should actually empty out the stuff from the room, where the roof was attached. I know, silly me.

Number Four Son gets the trim off and determines that the roof is not salvageable due to the way it is installed. This means only one thing….how much roof can we lift off with the tractor…just for fun.

We call it a day and send our sweet cold workers home. Sunday morning there is a small window of good weather, which is why we were not in our regular pew at church, but out in the yard gluing pipe.

We do work well together and manage to get 2 of the 3 stations glued together with hardly any Bad British words.

After a very stressful week of planning the sprinkler system, driving around the county trying to get parts, help and information, the Boss is quite pleased at all we’ve accomplished and currently taking a well deserved nap on the couch.

….and we are blessed.