Shedding the shed.

Cleaning up clutter, I sold my shed today.  I have plenty of room in the garage to store the lawnmowers, snow thrower, and gas generator that were stored in there.  The cans of gas, however, are banished to outdoors under a tarp through the upcoming winter.  Insurance, don'tcha know.

Fred and Diane arrived from Fitchburg a tad late, which was fine by me, as I was just finishing a late breakfast of scrambled eggs and home fries as the pickup pulled into the driveway.  I had spent a little time the night before removing every other screw to make the disassembly a bit quicker.  I had predicted that it would take about 45 minutes to tear it down and pack it up.  I grabbed the battery drill driver, and headed out into the cold.  It was show time.

The first step was to remove the roof, and set it down on the pickup.  As you can see, it would make a great camper.  If I could have found my 50 ft roll of parachute cord, I might have convinced Fred to leave it that way for the trip home, but as you'll see in another pic, he decided to break it down into smaller pieces.

I actually found the assembly manual and handed it to Fred's lady friend Diane.  I joked that as a woman, she would need the manual to direct the men.  As it turned out, she was very capable with tools and didn't need to read the manual to us, as she performed a considerable portion of the work.

Here you can see Fred tearing the roof into smaller pieces with his own two bare hands.  I think he's a weight lifter.  Check out the form!

I never noticed how that screenhouse seems to tower over the driveway.   I'll need to take that down before snow flies to ensure it lasts at least another season.   Must... stay... optimistic!

More like a mole than a weightlifter, our new shed owner crawls out from under after unscrewing some roof sections.  Note one of 3 battery powered screwdrives we had available.  I'm glad God provided us with them.  Well, we provided the technology, but someone greater than us provided the ability to use knowledge to create them.
A very capable team, Fred and Diane discuss the best next step in the disassembly.

As I had predicted, the entire episode took 45 minutes.  
Always the optimist, what I see here is not a former shed, but a future garden.  That's where I used to plant the garden.  Late this year, a single tomato plant grew on the north side of the shed, but didn't get enough sun to ripen.  

Hard to see, behind the yellow Motorcycles are Everywhere sign is an ancient Jacobsen slowblower.  It started on the second pull the other day.  We're supposed to have an inch of snow by tomorrow morning, but I can deal with that standing on my head, asleep, with one hand tied behind my brain.  The last mixed metaphor is intentional.  Hi Rush, you oxy addicted bimbo.

Joe Wronski November 7, 2010

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