If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our garage is almost finished and I have the pictures to prove it.

Stairs to get into our home

A hinge I thought was inspirational

The corner of a window…don’t I take incredible pictures?

Okay, he might look tiny in the picture but this spider was actually massive. As in dinaussor-sized massive!

My lovely Jeep, safe and sound in his new home…and yes, I parked too close to the door. Oops.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my lovely hubby just had a fit over the dogs. He was tip toeing his way around a sleeping River when the dog decided to move…and, trying to avoid stepping on him, the man went flying into a pirouette. It was an incredibly graceful move for a man that is not on the small side. However, River didn’t find it that impressive, and he didn’t think the decidedly British curses that followed were inspiring either.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that just this weekend was the first time when I couldn’t finish a book I had started. It was an odd experience that left me pretty stunned.

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How about you? How is this week treating you?

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Where we have a structure

It started as a big hole and then it had bricks but it was still a big mess with no actual coherent shape. Now, this week, suddenly there is wood and panels and…well a structure has appeared.

It has a roof and walls and everything.

It’s super exciting and not just because it’s starting to look like an actual garage, but also because there is less of this:

We had tons of dirt. Not just outside either. It managed to sneak into the house and join the dog hair that we already have. The results weren’t pretty.

So, now we have a structure. And it’s super exciting.

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how yours is. I was at a coffee shop only yesterday and got a terrible cup of java that made me regret ordering it. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people who hates to complain…so I just added more milk and drank as much as I could. I wasn’t about to critique the efforts of the poor teen behind the counter.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I just finished reading ‘On Second Thought’ by Kristan Higgins and I absolutely loved it. It’s the second book I read from her that’s a little different from her usual books and I think it’s only an improvement. The last two books have been an almost mix of chick-lit and romance and I think Kristan Higgins has hit it out of the ball park with each of them. I hope she writes more like these and soon. They were awesome.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our garage is almost done and I was actually able to put my Jeep inside today…and it stayed dry. My husband and I spend a delightful 20 minutes sweeping the inside and just enjoying the place. I know, sweeping? But the entire garage is empty, dry-walled and looks super clean and tidy. Sweeping it was an excuse to just admire every corner and inch.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that yesterday we had a terrible storm. So bad, I stayed up watching the radar online for the obvious tornado until I was so tired, I couldn’t care less if a funnel cloud or the Rapture was coming.

How about you? How are things on your end?

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Our garage is taking shape…

Before we started our garage construction, I never really thought about how a garage was built. The concept of building permits, variances, inspections and cost never once entered my mind. In fact, I remember not even liking garages at one point.

My, how things change.

We now have a building, attached next to our house, with insulation, dry wall and floor. It’s incredible to me because only a few weeks ago, we had a hole and a ton of dirt. Now we have an actual building. And it’s full of interesting parts.

There are doors, windows, frames, places where the lights will go. There are tons of different materials and somehow, it’s all orderly and makes sense. It’s also incredibly neat and tidy. I love neat and tidy.

The floor is made of cement and it’s graded so that the snow melts away from the house. Grading is something else I had never known about before. Now, it’s super important.

It looks like a garage and I’m pretty excited about it. A garage. Who would have ever thought I’d say a garage is a thing of beauty?

Of permits and frustration

We’re trying to build a garage for our house.

When we moved, almost two years ago now, we noticed our new home didn’t have a garage. This didn’t seem to bother us at the time. The bliss of the new house erased any and all doubts about a missing part. Who needs a garage anyway? Why bother with one?

Turns out garages are incredibly useful in winter. And, since we live in Canada, winter happens every single year. In spades.

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After living through two winters without a garage, we’re adding one to the house.

This doesn’t happen easily though. First, we had to have a permit. To get that small piece of paper we had to meet with the council of our city (aka: tiny country town) and try to convince them that we were only building a garage and it was not going to destroy the look of the countryside or hurt any animals in the construction.

The council was made up of a gaggle of old men that reminded me a lot of the dwarves from The Hobbit but, in my wisdom, I refrained from pointing that out to them. They spoke for incredibly long period of time, were older than Methuselah and seemed in no rush to grant us anything from permits to permission to leave. It took over an hour to get them to agree to let us build a garage.

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Once the meeting with the Council was over, we still had to get all sorts of papers, forms, drawings, drafts and money to get the elusive permit. Still, months later, we finally have a very red piece of paper that now has to be placed outside to be seen by anyone who passes by. A permit? Well, not exactly.

This permit isn’t final. A fact that was made abundantly clear by the grumpy teller who dealt with me last week. There are to be at least 5 different inspections at different times by different people at ‘the site’ to ensure that we’re not building a chicken coop instead of a garage on our property. If, and only if we pass all those inspections will the permit be finalized.

It occurred to me that by then the garage would be finished and the permit might be as relevant as a phone booth to a teenager but by this time I had been standing for more than half an hour listening to the growling of the teller and I wanted to go home. I nodded and practically ran out of the town’s office.

Obviously, you’re going to hear more about this delightful adventure.