Our story so far: My husband and I bought a 126-year-old Methodist church to turn into our dream home, and we–with a little help–spent nine weeks demolishing the interior.
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Activity at the church began to accelerate, as evidenced by the number of checks being written and the volume of building materials accumulating in the church.
One day, a relatively small box—Amazon’s smallest shipping box—was delivered to the front door. I tried to bring it inside, but I discovered abruptly I couldn’t lift it.
“What is that?” I asked Tyler later. “It’s as heavy as a thousand screws.”
“Two thousand, actually. Two thousand nails,” he replied nonchalantly.
So we were embarking on a construction phase requiring at least two thousand nails.
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Tomorrow: “Wood”n’t it be nice? Read it here.