The Great Wood-Fired Oven Saga - Part 2

In our last episode, our intrepid heroes risked hernias and bug bites to clear a spot for the new wood-fired oven that Marty foolishly wished for in his life.

The spot has been cleared.

The lumber has been delivered.

The roof is about to be raised.

After a calm, cool discussion about the size of the roof - a discussion where NOBODY got upset in any way, Kerri and I decided how big the covering for the oven should be. Kerri wanted it to cover the entire town of New Boston, I opted for a 6 square inch lid that can be held over my head in the event of inclement weather.

We compromised on a roof about 10' by 15'.

I spent a couple sleepless night wondering how I was supposed to fit all this lumber into my 2011 Toyota Corolla. And then I discovered that a local lumberyard will deliver anything you want for a flat fee of $15.

And, the work began.

In all seriousness, I need to give so much thanks to my son, Alex, who gave up several beautiful days of summer vacation to help me with some grueling physical work.

Thanks, buddy!

Alex, posing with the wood for some reason.

A random picture of the worksite, just to set the mood for you. You're welcome.

We dug 4 three-foot-deep holes for the posts and tossed them in. "Looks good to me," I said cheerily. "Let's get that oven built."

Kerri, however, had other thoughts.

Work continued, despite my feeble whining and protestations.

I leveled up the posts...

While Alex pursued a modeling career.

And, we're done, right, Kerri?
(Spoiler alert: No, we're not done.)

After the posts were plumb and secure, we continued working.

No. We're not done yet. Don't even ask.

Don't ask about the sunflowers on the wheelbarrow, either.

Me, demonstrating an OSHA approved safety technique on a 10' stepladder.

I am trying to get Alex's attention...

As he continues his modeling career.

I can be a model, too, smart guy!

We worked for a couple days. The only casualties were a hammer-smashed finger (me) and a small drill fire. No, I don't have pictures of either, you freak, although Alex tried to convince me to do an unboxing video of my new drill.

I refused.

You're welcome.

More of my modeling career.

Ready for afternoon cocktails!

Next up: Building the Oven. Stay tuned...