We've been chipping away at our pile of salvaged siding, preparing it for installation. I have been using the heat-stripper and digging the paint and caulk out of the part of the boards that will overlap, and Robb has been cleaning the dirt off, so that we will have a good surface for painting.
We bought something like three times more than we needed, if you were to merely count the board-feet. But of course, much of this lumber isn't in particularly good shape, so we're working on the best boards first.
It's really quite incredible to think that this wood is almost one hundred years old. At the time it was harvested, it would have come from virgin redwood forests, which means that these very boards probably came from trees that were hundreds of years old. Trees that were as big around as my car.
As a life-long tree hugger, this almost freaks me out. There will never be a forest like the one that these boards were ripped out of. But, on the other hand, no new trees were cut down for this project. It's good to be re-using this lumber.
The cats have been offering their supervision, which is always very helpful.
Smog looks fantastic, doesn't he? It makes me so happy to think that I plucked him from the brink of death, and now he's so healthy and happy and fluffy and gigantic.
"Phooey" says Linguine, "Smog is a dirty little urchin. Now get back to work."