How to Skin a Cat
My barn (have I told you about my barn?) was built sometime after 1856, the year our house was completed. It’s a fine-looking red barn, and it was a big selling point for my wife and me. The projects we could do in there! The thing was pretty dank when we moved in, but we figured we could sweep it up and I’d be building furniture out there in no time. Or brewing beer, or whatever I thought people did in barns when we moved from the city to the country. Well. Turns out it isn’t so easy to make a dank barn not dank. The dankness was in the pores of the wood, the seams in the floor, the silt that coated everything. You’d walk out of there with grit…
