Up at the Mills Place is a sawmill. Ped and Gary, the Mills brothers, both enjoyed working this sawmill. Vernon had helped Ped a time or two, but had never run the saw. Now, Gary wants to keep the sawmill, so we don’t own it, but ever since we’ve bought the place, my boys have wanted to try their hand at it.
The other day Vernon asked if Gary could cut us a log for the bar top in the new kitchen.
This is the Bar Log’s story.
Patient (or is it impatient?) Brandon
The sawmill and an old blade.
The tractor and its PTO (power take off) that spins the saw through various gears, belts, and other mechanical stuff that boggles my mind!
Gary Mills, who’s attention to detail and knowledge of logging and running this sawmill, hopefully will be absorbed by my boys.
Don’t forget the log! Chosen for its size and number of knots, this log complete with its sawmarks, will soon be the bar between my kitchen and dining rooms.
After some practice runs…
Some learning of new skills… like running the dog and fixing the sawdust chain…
The job is completed.
It turned out so gorgeous, I forgot to take a picture of it! I did video it though, so stay tuned and I’ll post the video!
But this is SO cool. Not everyone gets to saw out their own Bar Log!
We made a flying trip to Billings today. I hadn’t planned to go because originally it was just Vernon and Victoria going to Cody to finish up the paperwork on her new car. But Vernon said since they would be halfway to Billings, why didn’t I go along and we’d figure out our cabinets.
See, 2 years ago, when we first bought the Mills Place, I came along a great deal… some great oak cabinets with a stainless sink and stove and dishwasher thrown in for $700. I was proud of myself and the people said they bought them at Lowe’s … and it’d be easy to buy more to finish my kitchen whenever we got around to remodeling.
Guess what. It isn’t easy after all. While it looks like the stuff on Lowe’s website, when you get there, it isn’t the right cabinet. I think we had this discussion the other day about having to drive so far to buy things
. Well, this time we drove 4 hours and then met up with this new dilemma. We could buy the slightly different cabinets… which were cheaper made as well… and a slightly different redder oak color. So we’d have mismatched cabinets. Laminates that wouldn’t be able to be restained… Here’s what I have.
Or! We could buy all brand new hickory cabinets for $3800 with solid hickory doors and manufacturer’s warranty and full length pull on the drawers. Now that’s what I wanted to do.
Here’s closeups of the two colorings of the hickory.
But does my already purchased flooring look ok with it?
Does my paint match?
Paints cheap I know, but good grief! Now I’m all puzzled up, because I planned for oak cabinets… and I could buy oak cabinets too, for a difference of $200… I think it was $200. I am so confused!
Don’t even get me started on countertops. Well, OK. My light one I had chosen didn’t look good with hickory, so the nice lady recommended these…
which is greenish
which is really dark
which is medium
and these are gorgeous… which doesn’t come across on the screen.
We made the bar top yesterday… but I’m tired and will post that excitement tomorrow.
We had NASTY roads on the way home. We are SO ready to go relax in bed and fall asleep.
Hey this was supposed to post last night… think I was too tired to hit the right button???
I painted today…from 10 am until 4:30 or so. Content with what I had accomplished, I left the house, braving the ice rink that is our parking area… Elsa was at my heels. Lucas was by the garage and quickly came at my request. Dally was nowhere to be found.
It is now almost midnight, and she still is absent.
I called and whistled and called. The sun set soon after I realized she was gone and I went home to make sure she hadn’t followed Vernon home and to get warm clothes on. I returned to the Mills Place and searched for another 2 hours.
Lord, I HATE it when dogs break our hearts.
She has never done this. Never not come when called. Never been anywhere else but here with me at night.
So, I say a little New Year’s prayer, that God can watch over a tiny tri-colored dog for tonight and tomorrow I can find her safe and sound to Start the New Year on a Happy Note.