Barnrazers: Energized by bacon, driven by camraderie

Barnrazing by the Bitchtits

Okay, so Laurence and Gordon don't exactly have the tits to be officially part of the Bitchtits, but their nelly ways make them honorary members, if you know what I mean.

Barnrazing at the Aitken house was fabulous. For those who are unfamiliar, the Barnrazing Troupe is a group of us pals who get together one Saturday each month at someone's house and do whatever projects they need to have done. This ranges from weeding to painting, from creating shelving units to laying down flagstone, from replacing deck boards to hacking back poison oak infused shrubbery. Breakfast, water/sodas, and lunch are supplied by the homer, and in this case, after-razing drinks. We get a lot done, laugh a ton, and learn a bit.

As the homer, I think I've adjusted to my ideas becoming something other than what my mental imagery created, such as where or how things are hung on walls.

Alas, the cadre of industrious folks including, of course, Gordon, Laurence, Nancy, Terry, Joni, Kay, Anne, Karen, Vicki, Sue, and Sue downed 3 pounds, yes THREE pounds of bacon, a gallon of coffee, a couple bags of tea, nearly a dozen eggs, and some tasty pop-n-fresh eggs before spreading out like ants around the homestead.
<>100 pounds of rocks were spread along a path, ice plants found soily homes, and burlap & weedblock unrolled and adhered their flapping edges to a hillside.
<>Outside lights removed and new ones hung, a giant particle board cabinet found a home off the ground with all of its shelves shiny and clean, and two bikes were hoisted into the air by way of a wacky pulley system and a simple rubberized hook.
<>One room with funky angles and vaulted ceilings transformed itself into a new, non-mental hospital color (now it's November Rain), with an exceptional tape job and two, count 'em TWO coats of paint. Another room received an up-in-the-air t.v. stand thing (just like in a hospital!).
<>Moss, leaves, sticks, and crud found themselves dug out and hoisted off the nooks and crannies of the roof and gutters.

Lots of projects completed by a close-knit group of able friends. Really, it's an awesome day, a great time to laugh and tell dirty jokes, or talk about politics, or family, or our animals, and occasionally learn a new trade. A bunch of neighbors-cum-friends who don't sleep together but we do work well together.

The Forest Hill/Bitch Tits Barnrazers. We're quite a group of pals. Maybe other readers/friends will tether this notion and start something like this in their own neighborhood.

Next month: Gordon's place.