And let me just remind myself once more that of all the subdivision lots in this town, I got the good one. Look at those trees!
Whoo hoo, vertigo. (MOM! DON'T LOOK!)
I'm lucky. My Dad and my husband work well together, and they love to build stuff. My dad was pretty impressed with Jethro's design skills. That's what growing up with a skilled cabinet maker for a dad will do for you. Jethro is also a ridiculous perfectionist. It drives me nuts sometimes - I've got the ADD impatience - but when it comes to sturdy construction, I appreciate the perfectionism.
So there we go... just a few more sheets of plywood and a couple of windows and we're movin' in. The kids are already discussing which of them gets to live in it. We have planned to build a loft or a second floor to make use of all that space, but at this point I just want to put the lawn mower and all the bikes under a roof that doesn't leak.
However, at 10x10 feet, it's just the right size to be a one stall horse barn. Or a nice home for a little goat. A llama would fit in there real good! Oh- I know! A camel! Oh my gosh, wouldn't my neighbours like that! Actually I have told a few of my neighbours about my need for a yard-goat and they're all for it. I'd loan her out to eat down their weeds. I have exceptionally great neighbours. I've had twelve years to get them used to my farmerish ways, so I can get away with saying things like, "When my little barn is done, I'm gonna get a town-goat!"
Nobody calls it a shed around here. We all refer to it as a barn. It makes me feel better about life.