It's official, on Sunday we opened the garage for business, er, use. During the last two weeks we've been busy finishing the details, like soffits, trim, siding, gutters, and doors.
After a two-week curing time for the driveway we were able to schedule the garage door install. During that waiting period, we sided and added the soffit and fascia. And for someone who has never sided before in her life, I can tell you it's not that hard. Like fitting together pieces of a puzzle, vertically, and giant pieces of a puzzle, but you get the idea.
We started on the side next to the lawn, which only took a couple of hours and set my expectations pretty high. Mike and I built scaffolding with some 2x4's and sawhorses to make reaching the higher pieces easier, and aside from my unexpected fear of heights (yes, it was only about 4 feet off the ground, but you try shimmying across two 2x4's as they bow), it was pretty easy. No guessing at weird angles, no 14' high nailing. Just making sure the joints didn't line up.
Then we moved to the back and my excitement deflated a little. The bottom 5 or 6 pieces went up pretty much the same, but then we had to go higher. This took a lot of climbing up the ladders, nailing in place, climbing down, moving over 2 feet and repeating. Needless to say I was happy to be on solid ground by the end of the day.
The next day I woke up bright and early, okay, maybe not so bright and not really early. But I was up and no matter what Mike might think I was willing to work. The thing is, I was putting my coat on when I casually looked out the window and noticed our neighbor, Chris, helping Mike out. Maybe I removed my coat and ducked out of site. Maybe I putzed around the house for a couple of hours and maybe walked outside when I noticed the guys were putting the last couple of pieces on. The point is, I was ready and willing to help. It's not my fault if my neighbor is stronger and taller. I sat out for the sake of our garage. We all have to do our part.