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| We had to make a temporary pathway out of plastic. It's muddy out there. (Until I get all those new plants in!) We also have to build a small bridge along the path. |
We’re all bunkhouse, all the time! Unless it’s too wet, or too cold, or the bank account is empty that week — all three of which occur frequently.
Of course, we usually don’t get started until after 11 a.m., because we’re “retired” and really enjoy our morning ritual of lapping up the (awful) news and a hearty breakfast.
And of course, we have to stop working by 5:30 p.m., because it’s dark.
Still, we’ve made major progress. The walls are all up. The windows are all framed. Some were even framed twice, because we built them wrong the first time. (Hey, it’s been a while since Mason played carpenter, and I’m just the fetch-and-hold helper on this job.) It all worked out in the end, because when we rebuilt them, I changed my mind on exactly how many and how big I wanted them. Luckily these change orders only cost me some verbal harassment from the job boss.
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| Reframing windows: These are two huge windows that will look out over our woods. A wood stove will sit in between them in the corner. |
The next few days, if this rain ever stops, will be our greatest challenge: raising the roof. The cabin will have an open cathedral roof, which sounds complicated but it’s a really small cabin, so it should be manageable. Mason already has a Rube Goldberg-like plan that I’m certain is fully baked.
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| The 8-foot window view from the built-in couch/daybed, assuming we build it as planned. |
All of this has proved good therapy, filling our minds and hours that used to be dedicated to Nick. Every time we’re in town and see a cute dog, we get sentimental for everything that a good dog provides.
But for now, our minds are on that bunkhouse roof. Gotta get her dried in.
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| Rejected Xmas Photo 1 |
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| Rejected Xmas Photo 2 |
