Measure twice and cut once – words of wisdom

It’s been a whirlwind week on the home front. So far, everything is on schedule for selling my house which I am so happy about. Selling a townhouse is complicated, as the bank for the buyer needs significant paperwork from the home owner’s association.


My Dad really wanted to finish the siding to the top of the windows on both the front and the back last week, which we were able to accomplish. Cutting the hardie plank to fit the curvature of the front windows was not easy. I think that he really wanted to get that behind us, as he knew that it was not going to be easy. After a bit of frustration, we finally used a piece of plexiglas to trace the curve and get it just right. Let’s just say that several of the pieces were cut multiple times. Oops. My Dad kept saying “measure twice and cut once.”


Monday evening, Tuesday and Wednesday night we worked on the front and finally got it done to above the windows. Thursday night we moved the staging to the back, and Saturday morning we got that done to the top of the windows. The back was easy. My Dad was on the staging and I’d cut the siding with the skill saw and pass it up. He was putting them up as fast as I could cut them. I’m a bit biased, but I think that it is looking pretty good. We’ll probably rent a lift to finish the top.


I also began to think about packing a bit. The third floor at my parent’s house has quite a bit of space, so I am going to start bringing some stuff and storing it there. I’d rather do that than have to move everything at once.


I don’t really have a lot of possessions. My grandparents on both sides had so much stuff and after spending a summer helping my paternal grandparents clean out their house and three sheds, I vowed never to be like that. I’ve done fairly well, however, I have a lot of camping gear. It’s been so easy here as I have a full, dry, clean basement. It’s been easy to put my gear all downstairs. Suddenly, I am not going to have a basement anymore. My storage is going to be very limited in the new house, so It is a challenge deciding what I want to keep and what should find another home.


The goal for this week is to get some work in the loft done. My Dad keeps telling me that I am going to have to make some big decisions very soon about design and wall materials. I’m ready – I think. I spent a lot of today resting as feel like I’ve just been running non-stop. I don’t know how my Dad does it. He’s 70 years old and always ready to work.

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!