Slabs are tricky. Because you don’t have the usual points of reference, it’s difficult to tell how big (or small) the rooms are.
But by the time the daffodils peeked out of the ground at the end of January 2013, our builder Callon provided those points of reference by framing most of the interior walls of the house.
I wandered around the place, gazing up at the tall walls and feeling that we might someday be able to live in this house.
We moved our breakroom (meaning we moved the lawn chairs) into the library, one of the most eagerly anticipated rooms in the house. You can just make out the chairs between the wooden studs in the foreground. Those are part of the exterior wall that joins the library corner (see previous House Building post) with the front door corner, which had yet to be finished. Our house has only two short lengths of wood-framed exterior wall.
Ceilings appeared over our heads, like this one in the master bedroom. The loblolly pine beams and planks were rough-sawn at a sawmill nearby. We were happy to find out that a 1 x 6″ plank is really one inch by six inches, which is apparently a very nice bonus you get when dealing with a small sawmill.
The beams really appeal to the German half of my soul—the part populated with thick forests, mountain Gasthauses, and Grimms’ legends and fairy tales. I love how the curved edge of the tree shows on the lower side of each beam.
With Callon on the job, events moved quickly. Rachel and I realized we wouldn’t be able to finish building the northeastern walls in time to keep Callon and his crew busy. Did Callon know anyone who could help us? He did, and soon “mud daubers” Fred and Art started working. Rachel and I stayed busy sifting dirt and sand, mixing slurry, and ferrying bricks to the two men. We only worked part time, but Fred and Art worked full time. Those walls got tall in a hurry. Callon even built some earthen wall himself.