Frame it Out

It was a warm summer’s day.  The birds were chirping, the leaves were green, and the Cheneys were running around in shorts and T-Shirts.

When is this magical time I speak of?  Sometime at the end of last summer, when a cute little Lumber Pack filled with studs, plywood, and other miscellaneous wood things used to build a garage arrived at our back doorstep.  Seems like a lifetime ago now, what with the 20 inches of snow that currently sit on that same back doorstep…

I guess if there’s anything positive to come from my delayed blogging updates, it would have to be seeing pictures of that non-snowy time.  It gives me hope that the absurdly massive ice chunks that line our streets and alleyways will, in fact, melt.  Someday.

But hey, back to the Lumber Pack.  Pretty studly, eh?

You may remember that long, long ago, we devised a plan to rid our backyard of the quaint little 1890s garage (emphasis on little) that sat in the back corner of our property.  Hence the need to build a new garage.  So after the foundation was properly set, a crew of trustworthy men got to work with all things lumber related.

As always, everything is best shown through a montage, yes?

And in case you’re keeping track, yes, that’s the second time I’ve referenced the Team America montage video on this blog.  And yes, it still makes me laugh just as hard.  Always.

Anyway, there really isn’t much to say beyond: these guys did their thang and and before we knew it, the elusive garage dream became a reality with real live walls.

Yes, John was salivating the whole time.  Dream come true,  I tell you.

These pictures certainly make it look like the garage ate our yard.  And…well, it certainly gobbled up a good portion of it.  But I’m happy to report that once the walls were up, our size decisions were reaffirmed.

And well, spoiler alert: now that we’ve been parking and storing things in there for the past couple of months, I can honestly say any smaller size would not have worked.

As I like to say, we own our own mini-Home Depot here at 515.  And that, my friends, require storage.  Plus, we drive big vehicles.  My apologies to all the Greenpeace kids on the 16th Street Mall.

And as I also like to say, the framing stage makes such a difference.  For a visual person like me, it’s all the difference, because I can finally start picturing what things will look like.

More to come on the ‘ol garage progress soon.  It’s come such a long way since that warm, summer day.  And it has certainly come in handy during this extra snowy winter we seem to be enjoying in Denver this year…in fact, not having to scrape my windshield = best gift John’s ever given me.