You know hard work is just that, HARD.
This last weekend was Operation Rausch Storm. We had projects of mass destruction, mass appeal, and mass muscles. We planned to gather at Ibuprofen Mama’s to accomplish these massive tasks on Saturday and Sunday. Some people came early, some people stayed later, but almost everyone showed up and worked in some shape or form. It was really incredible. Mainly we had the wood team and painting team. The painting team also consisted of people from the wood team and vice versa .
A tree was cut down in the yard, many limbs were cut off other trees, some dead trees were cut down in the woods, and logs of large size were imported from surrounding stash areas. The splitter ran for hours and did a fantastic job until the last four hours of the work weekend. The wood splitting production came to a halt and a pile still awaits its time to be split. However, the two stacks already finished are impressive. Considering there wasn’t a piece of wood, without splitting, available to be burned when we started.
On the staining side, the deck was the object of beautification, and yes, it needed it. Badly. The color was the topic of much discussion and many jokes. See it was to be cedar, but the cedar looked like crap, literally. So we opted to scratch that plan, even though some thought it wasn’t that bad. It was admitted by all though that the redwood, final choice, did look very sharp. Ibeprofin Mama says she smiles with pleasure when she looks at it and had to weed her garden near it so they could match in their cleanliness. On Sat. girl power dominated the deck stain coverage. At one point we had nine painters going at it. We were able to get the top coat on, before a thunderstorm blew through later in the afternoon.
Sunday found us back at both jobs again. This time the forces were fewer, but they were still productive. The wood splitting continued, but on this day the leftover branches were hauled to the tree dump and the yard cleaned up. The painters did touch ups and finished underneath the deck. Staining under the deck is a thankless job and all who completed the task should be commended.
The basement still waits to be completed, but the carpet was pulled out as good as possible, which was no small feet. Just ask anyone that worked on that destruction. We need to finish that project, but not until we get some professional advice since the floor is a little to be desired in its present state.
We had a boat load of people show up, a very large boat it would have had to have been. We had Miles of work to do that would entail Holling lots of wood and doing a Tom of painting. It was decided if we could David the work among us it would be easier. It seemed that everyone purSued their task with heart. There was a Norwegian guy who showed up to help and chum around with The Middle Child. Middle Child brought Colorado Girl along to visit the cousins. BigT showed up when others weren’t even in town or up yet.Bryce-ee-poo joined the crew too. “Houa will help paint?” was a popular question. Annie w/ an E came and helped get the deck in Dan-dy shape, The Cutest Baby of the family moved mountains of old carpeting. The Isolated Painter cranked the tunes. Redwood Girl could only be identified by her eye color. Ladder Girl proved she may not be 6ft. tall, but she can be if she wants to. Kneeling in the corner has a new meaning for Micaela. Ibuprofen Mama was ready at anyone’s beck and call. Chainsaw Dude liked cutting things up a little too much. The Massager was sought out by wood haulers and painters alike. The Tone of the day was a good one and I think we all were satisfied in the end.
So kudos to the troops, you rocked, and that’s why people don’t take Rausches for granite.;-)
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