If you were to witness my personal exploitations in home repair and improvements you’d probably think that I haven’t a construction-oriented bone in my body. I find I’m often clumsy and awkward. I don’t know intuitively what the risks are of combining chemicals or the direction a tree will most likely fall or whether something looks “plumb.”
Today was my second stint at “construction.” The local Habitat for Humanity organization is building a house in memory of a friend of mine that passed away in 2010. The first day we built the walls in the Habitat warehouse. Today we put ALL (yes, I said ALL) of the walls up onto the foundation. An entire house is framed and ready for a roof, windows, siding, wiring, HVAC, etc. and it took about 6 hours. Of course there were about 15 of us, but that’s something, right?!?!
I only botched 2 nails today … a marked improvement from the first go-round when I had to be pulled aside by the head of construction for a special, “I don’t usually do this” lesson in how to use a hammer. A girl volunteering for her sorority asked me if I do this all the time. “You look like an expert,” she said. I blushed and said something along the lines of “did someone record that so my husband can hear it?”
I haven’t done much in the way of volunteerism in my life but I definitely think Habitat is one of the most fulfilling to be involved with. You literally get sweaty and see unbelieveable progress … and you’re helping someone get on track and own their own home. And to top it all off, I now have some pretty decent skills and understanding of how a house goes together. Not my wacky 1947 cinder block wall house but someone else’s more modern house for sure.
Happy Saturday. I’m going to need a massage … odds of that happening? Right.