Yesterday (Wednesday) was not a good day for me. Too many days of not sleeping well caught up with me and I was in a mental fog most of the day, even after catching an unexpected three-hour nap Wednesday morning during a thunderstorm. So thick was my mental fog that I sat here for several minutes comparing the photos from Tuesday and Wednesday and thinking, "What the heck did we do on Wednesday??"
Here's Tuesday's photo, in case you missed it:
And here's Wednesday's photo:
Blink. Blink, blink. Oh, now I remember! Wednesday we attached 2x4s to the header joists and then nailed small blocks to the 2x4s. It's all part of the support for the soffit that we built today.
Today we started out bright and early...and then we got bogged down. The local lumberyard didn't have the lumber we needed but thought they could get it by noon, so Mare and I suspended the porch-building in favor of scraping paint. I was on the east side (that big, yucky-looking yellow wall y'all see in my photos of the porch) and Mare was on the little roof above the stained glass windows at the front of the house. He managed to get his section of the house scraped, primed, and painted. I managed to get two blisters on my right hand while scraping eight clapboards. When the lumber hadn't arrived by 1:30 in the afternoon, I went over to the lumberyard thinking they hadn't delivered it because I hadn't paid for it. There I discovered that the lumberyard had been having One Of Those Days and they hadn't been able to get my lumber after all. That meant ordering the lumber from the lumberyard across the river and driving over there to pay for it, which meant the actual porch-building didn't start until 3:00 p.m. today.
It didn't take long to build the soffit. I mean, the soffit and the fascia.
While we were putting that together, Mare informed me that I'm using the term soffit incorrectly and that it refers only to the boards at the bottom of the header joists and not to the whole "box" we built in front of them. He says what I'm calling the soffit is actually the soffit and fascia. Alrighty then.
After that came the super-exciting part. I'm not even kidding. It really is super-exciting. It's so exciting that apparently I couldn't even focus my camera correctly, so sorry this photo is a little wonky.
We put 1x8s over the mansard rafters as roof decking, and now you can imagine what the roof will look like when it's done. Doesn't that look great?!?!
I asked (because I wanted to know and because I knew y'all would want to know, too) why Mare decided to use 1x8s as decking there instead of regular plywood roof decking. He said that the 1x8s are much sturdier and will make a better and sharper roof line. I for one think the roof line looks pretty dang sharp. (I admit that he might not have meant "sharp" the way that I just used it. Oh well.)
After we got the last 1x8 up there I ran out into the street to look at the porch. I did in fact yell "Holy hell!" and jump up and down before I recovered my sensibilities. Then I ran back, got Mare, and made him close his eyes and walk out into the middle of the street while saying to him, "Don't open em yet, don't open em yet." (Does this man trust me or what??) When I finally said, "Okay, open em" and Mare saw the whole beautiful porch from a little distance, something remarkable occurred that's never before happened in the whole history of our friendship: Mare was speechless. We stood there in the middle of the street just staring at the porch and grinning like fools for several minutes. Then a car came down the street and broke the spell and Mare said, "Go get us some of those doo-hickeys." It's a mark of our 20-year friendship that I knew immediately that he meant hard cider. So we sat on the steps of Mr. Carl's house drinking Hornsby ciders and staring at the porch until almost dark. If y'all had been sitting there with us (and how cool would that be?!) this is what we would've been staring at:
The porch looks more finished than it really is. There's no decking on the middle of it yet, just on the sloped part. It needs shingles and rubber roofing, of course. Spindles between the posts, too. A little strip of moulding here and there. And paint. A whole lot of paint. I'll get on that tomorrow. Mare has other obligations, and I have work, so a week from today is the next porch-building day.