This past weekend was very busy. My husband had built a boathouse about two and a half years ago so he could build his boat. He moved the boat closer to the water a few months ago and the boathouse has been empty ever since then. He took down the tarps that were getting tattered from the weather and the wooden structure remained like a huge spider.

We were sitting on the back porch on Sunday morning. I mentioned to him that we might want to take the structure down. He said, “okay”, that the wood could be used for other purposes. We decided that “today” would be the day to start the project. He figured out a strategy to raze the building and we set to work. I thought that it would take quite a few days to dismantle it; so did he. We started to work by mid-morning and in about two hours, we had it on the ground. We stopped for lunch, had a short nap during the hottest part of the day,  and then we set to work again cutting up all the wood that we could salvage. By the end of the day the entire building was cut up and stacked. There was still plenty to do in separating the good wood from the garbage, but at least it was a start.

When I got home on Monday evening, he had saved all the usable lumber and he had burned all the rest of the building. He told me it took all day to finish the task. I’m glad it’s done.