While the others are working outside, putting on the roof, Bruce, Kris and James are building interior walls and closets upstairs. Here we’re looking toward the front right corner of the chapel.
This is looking towards the back door of the chapel. If that white piece of plastic was torn off, you might get a view of the water slide. The small rooms you see are storage rooms and restrooms.
Okay, so they’re not actually short men, but they are all Short men. And when I say tall roof, what I really mean is, “I wish they would fill in around this building so it isn’t so dangerous for these guys to work on it.”
In all reality, they’re probably sick of hearing short jokes, and they know exactly what they’re doing on that roof, so they’re not in a lot of danger.
The loader in the first picture is holding a load of metal pieces for these guys to carry one at a time to where they’re going to be placed.
Christian is at the bottom, making sure the metal piece is all lined up and crimping the bottom edge around so that no water can get under the metal; Samuel is walking up on top of the piece of metal, pressing the interlocking notches into place; Jacob and Jonathan are helping to get it positioned and screwed down. Each consecutive piece covers up the screw of the previous piece, so there are no exposed screw heads.
I’ve been looking forward to seeing this gable built. My heart rejoiced within me when I saw them starting it today.
Or it would have – if I had any drama queen running through my veins.It was a cold day today. The sunshine in the photo is a little deceptive. Keep praying for these guys as they’re working so high up!
Oh, look. Isn’t it sweet? The first snowflakes falling dreamily on our new building in the early morning light. It’s almost romantic. Except that it’s not. Because snow and freezing water falling from the sky makes it a lot harder to get an outside job done.
(This could have been a better picture, but… it’s so much warmer taking pictures from the camp office doorway.) 🙂
Fortunately, our designers planned ahead for a situation just like this. They created a building large enough for Russ Miller to move his metal-bending machine inside the new dining hall. They were able to finish bending the metal for the roof, and still leave Kentucky by 11am.
Next week Randy Short is bringing his family to put the metal on the roof. Things are happening around here!
…never mind. No more of that nonsense.
Here’s a sad story for you. Our camp bell doesn’t go ring-a-ding-ding-ding anymore. Or ding dong. Or any of those other poetically resounding onomatopoeic words.
Well, technically… now that I think of it… “clank.” is still onomatopoeia, right? Just not the resounding kind.
It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.
And not very effective. The “clank. clank.” sound doesn’t carry nearly as far as the old “GONG.”
We’ve been using our little dinky bell on the post. Normally we just keep it there for decoration (or because we don’t even notice it anymore) but we’re stuck with it right now. It works. Kind of. I’m hoping we don’t have to use it long-term.
If anyone can give us a lead on where to find a bell at a reasonable price, we’d be grateful. Maybe you own one, and you’d be willing to sell it to us. That would be great. Or maybe you want to get that big hunk of metal out of your life, and you’d like to donate it. That would be amazing.
To the average reader, this probably seems like a ridiculous request. What kind of person owns a church bell or a huge dinner bell? Well…. There have got to be other people like my husband in this world. If Roger was to come across a good, resounding bell at a sale, and he had some extra money to spend, he would definitely be loading it into the back of our van.
This may be a long shot, but…. Anybody know where we can get a new dinner bell?