Feeling like the tortoise, but we all know the tortoise wins

Slow and steady wins the race. I definitely feel like the tortoise in the tortoise and the hare. Since we all know that the tortoise wins in the end, I am feeling pretty good about things. My Dad was feeling better and we were making good progress on the house, before my grandfather, the patriarch of the Gillette family, passed away last week. The past week has been spent on details and funeral plans with house work here and there.

We laid my grandfather to rest on Friday in a touching funeral and burial. I told my parents to forget about house work last week, but my Mom said that it was a good distraction at times. We’d been working small amounts of time, before spending another full day at the house on Saturday.

Saturday, our first task was to complete the back of the house. We finished the front and my Dad really wanted the back done before winter. We were able to finish putting on the Hardie plank siding, j channel and soffit. For some reason, I was much more uneasy on the third level of staging this time. I’m not really sure what the difference was, it just did not feel as sturdy. I overcame my fear and was able to work from that level just fine.

I was relieved as we did not have nearly as many wasps this time as we had while finishing the front. After a break for lunch, I was back up on the third level of staging and all of a sudden felt my arm get stung. The wasp has somehow gotten in my shirt as I had both a long sleeve and short sleeve shirt on. As I went to take off the long sleeve one, my brother-in-law said he saw the wasp fly out of my shirt. I have no idea how he got in there, but I had a nice wasp bite on my arm. It hurt for a while, but the swelling finally went down by late afternoon.

After we finished the outside of the back of the house, my Dad really wanted to get the water pump put in the well. I’m constantly amazed at my Dad. I’d have no idea how to put a pump in a well. How many people have ever truly stopped to think about how their well works? I turn on the faucet and water come out. That’s what I know.

There is a pump that is lowered down the well casing. There is a rope and a wire to power the pump that is attached to the pvc pipe and lowered down with the pump. Once it is lowered to the correct depth, it is secured in the casing. The power will eventually be connected and the tank installed and voila, I will then have water. It just boggles my mind that my Dad knows how to do all this stuff.

We’ve also been working on finishing up the insulation and installing the shiplap on the walls. I’d say we have about a quarter of the shiplap put up. We’re making a push on that as we need to get all the long shiplap boards up so that we can free up some more space inside.

My appliances were scheduled to be delivered on Tuesday, but with everything that has transpired over the last week we are just not ready for them. I stopped by Lowe’s today and asked them to push the delivery date back two weeks. They are now set to be delivered on Nov. 14.

We’ve established Thanksgiving as my move in goal. Hoping that even with the recent delays we can still hit it. If not, it shall be shortly after that I hope.

It’s becoming so much fun to see projects come to completion. Our next goal, in addition to finishing up the shiplap, is working on the downstairs bathroom. We are planning to work on tiling the floor tomorrow night. Things are not happening rapidly, but slow and steady will win this race.

Laura Reed

About Laura Reed

After 15 years in college athletics, the last seven as an assistant athletics director, I was burned out with 70-hour work weeks and extensive travel. I resigned my position and accepted a position in marketing at a small, vibrant college in my hometown of Unity, Maine. In the process I wanted to go back to my childhood where we raised polled Herefords, had a Christmas Tree Farm and spent many hours outside. I decided I wanted to build my own home on beautiful farmland that my family owns. With help from my Dad, the most talented person I’ve ever met, we are building my home together. I have decided to blog my experience – the ups and downs, the joys and frustrations. What was once an open field will one day be my home! The dream in my head is becoming reality. I can just see the lambs frolicking in the field, chickens in the barnyard and going running with my Alaskan Malamute!