Except for the fancy cuts on the ends of all of the roof rafters, we have prepped all of the framing lumber and have it organized for “Barn Raising” day. Overall,everything came out exactly as planned. There are a couple of small things that we will be re-cutting, which we decided to do after sitting on it for a minute at the city house.
The 5 foot pieces of the sill plate actually need to be 5 foot and ¼ and the door header came out ½ inch too short so we will try that one more time as well. We ended up with enough 2x6x8s left over to redo them. Everything else is beautiful. It is all separated out into sections and just needs to be put together like a gigantic puzzle.
We stopped at Lowes on the way out and got a business account set up with them. They were so awesome about the whole thing and even suggested it to begin with. It saves about 40 dollars per truck delivery and they are always willing to help you find ways to save some more money where they can. The women at the counter really made us feel special. I don’t care if they got a commission on our account. I hope they did. It kind of felt like a women helping women moment. While we were there, we looked at windows and bought enough hardware to tie our floor tight enough to the beams to withstand a hurricane (ok, some people call them hurricane straps, hence the reference, but it still better do the job). We will put those on next weekend.
The family who lives on the property was out of town for the night so Perriee and I were the only people there. While working in the barn during the rainstorm because it was raining in the tipi Perriee noticed someone was pulling up the driveway. It was an interesting situation. I walked out while Perriee sort of hung back behind the barn door. She is black, I am white. We are married. As I walked out, I quickly came to find out that it was one of the neighbors, who explained that she came up to make sure the chickens were cared for since the weather was getting bad and she knew our friends were out of town. We know that the other family who lives there knows the neighbors. They have told us repeatedly how friendly the neighbors are. I took the opportunity to introduce myself and called out that it was Perriee who was in the barn. I did not force her to come out and say hello, nor did I introduce her as my spouse. We still live in the shadows. We are careful.
Speaking of feeling awkward in the world, last weekend, we helped hang signs up for our friends’ dog who ran off and did not come back. Wilbur lives there at the farm and he is old and needed to be back home at the farm to lay in his old-man- chair. He was thankfully returned to home, a couple of days later. We wanted to help bring him back, but to do so safely, Perriee stayed in the car, while I jumped out to hang up the signs in the surrounding area. It was all an avoidance act, but it works. We do whatever possible to fly under the radar.
We want to believe everyone is cool. We want to believe everyone is accepting. We don’t let our reservations prevent us from interacting with the wonderful people we have met out there up until now, but we are still careful. We operate from a unique perspective in the country and I think that is the best way to go. In spite of all of our optimism, we are also realistic and know that some people are not so open and accepting, and you feel extra vulnerable where the population is a bit thinner and there are less people around. We would think carefully about taking the ride up a neighbor’s driveway, unannounced, and I could bet that Perriee would likely never do it alone, could she help it at all.
In the city, we are comfortable. We know our neighbors and have a family-like relationship with many of them. The trust on the city street is reciprocal and comfortable. I will remain hopeful that we can have that in the country too, but if it does not happen we know what we can fall back on what we have at our city house.
Be kind to one another. Try to remember that everyone does not navigate through the world like you do. Believe people when they tell you that there are places that they are, “not allowed” to go. They know. If they are alive telling you, their acts of self-preservation are working well. Be willing to experience people and places that are unfamiliar to you. That is the only way to normalize the unknown and break down our differences among one another.
P.S. Our cover photo was taken on the side of the tipi on Saturday.