Still workin on the shed.

It's like government work in more than one way. Takin me firever and the quality is dubious at best. Anyway, it outta keep the rain an' snow off'n ma firewood.

I tried to get a picture of me in front of my roof. Note the safety glasses. I'm learning. Slowly, like maybe one of the more primitive species... a coelacanth perhaps, but learning.
(like that sentence structure? even Kerouac would have winced.)

Tried again

Gave up and just pointed the camera at what I wanted a picture of. Novel idea.

I have no idea how long Grandpa Cressman had this saw for, but it's still going strong. I've used it on several projects and, despite it's appearance, it hasn't turned on me yet.

It is an evil lookin' thing isn'it?

Thanks for the help with the plans and all the advice, Dad. Don't look too close at it, it ain't pretty, but I learned a lot and, for what I need, it'll do. Lookin forward to sittin under it this spring and sippin a beer.

Another weekend

Sarah took this on our ride this morning. I love it.

I took this one of Sarah. It looks a little washed out maybe. I like the contrast of her hair and the yellow leaves. Love the hand at her side, too. So casual



New toy. Happy boy.

Sarah mixed and poured a lot of mud. It's so great to work with her. I'd rather spend a day working on a project with her than do most anything else.

Will we make it. The sun is low and just one rafter is done.

That's a self portrait, thank you. Impressed even myself on that one.


Fortunately we left some of the wood so I could walk around on it. It was both inconvenient and precarious.

Below is a series of stupid faces I make while working. Sarah captured these for posterity.



The supervisor.

The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle.

Sarah made an amazing harvest pie. She casually asked if I'd just peel the pumpkin real quick. She has a sick sense of humour that you can only appreciate if you've tried to peel a pumpkin before. Amazingly resilient, those.

Weeder and I gettin' a little cuddle time in by the wood stove.

Sarah and I are building a shelter for our fire wood so that we can really stock up in the summer and have it be good and dry by the time we need it. This means, of course, that I dug some more holes. 18" x 3.5' Jonas promptly fell in one. Amazing.

Talked to Dad about how to get everything parallel and perpendicular... Step one: unstack all the wood that we've been carefully stacking for 3 months. Of course. Sarah helped here, but took a break to document the Sisyphean effort.

With B's help, and that of all our dogs (note black tail center frame), perpendicular, plumb parallel looking posts up. We'll see whether they're all really parallel and in line this weekend when we attach the cross beams and the roof itself. Should be exciting. Bet on Murphy.