Life in the Woods

Lunch with friends

Toddlers are hilarious. Wow! That sound was so funny! Do it again! Wow! (x 400)

Project #742 before and after

Before

After (Some decorating needed still)

Widening the doorway: we've learned that electric chainsaws work better for this sort of project . We also learned to do this when the temperature is not freezing.

The concrete cutting skirt (and beard)

The flooring project that never ends

Before: a closet with a window!

Not near after yet: turning into a mudroom with the window now a door. (sorry for the different angle)

From the door facing in: I have one set of the lines painted. You can see our new basement stairs as well as the sheeted up hole near the chimney where they used to be... and yes, I have to keep painting this bloody pattern on the floor till the day I die.

Going public

This blog is now public because I am starving for more readers and dying for online affirmation to my life. Also, people were nagging that my posts would not show up in their RSS readers *sob* . This means less photos of my child, who's identity I don't feel like sharing to the WWW- which is heading towards facial recognition which means ~~full~~ half-naked photos of her might impair her future reputation and hireability. And yes, she is usually dressed in that manner thanks to country living.

Thinking

I wish I could control my blushing, you see, it would make things less embarrassing for me in situations such as when I try to leave the wholesale store with a cart of groceries without paying for them and then the clerk is calmly saying, 'you have to pay' over and over and I thought she was saying 'have a nice day'-- I was like, wow, she is sure insistant on me having a nice day. Most clerks don't really care how my day goes... oh... she's saying the word 'pay' I think,... wow, that checkout sure went fast, maybe I forgot a bag, oh wait, I forgot to pay.

Two thumbs up. Initiate blush. Initiate lots of sympathetic 'don't worry about it's' from the clerk and discussions about how my toddler's teething is impacting our sleep which is probably why I'm less then on top of my game.

From a window to a door

Plastic keeps the sawing dust off 74% of the logs.

Sure, let's just start cutting the concrete here!

Good thing we picked the coldest day of the year, and the concrete saw spits water at you constantly.

Broke through! Sucking up the mud from the concrete saw spray.

Marc: so, let's start choppin!

Pullin out the big guns.

I guess we'll just start cutting here?!

"Neeneeeeneeeen"

Holy cow! There's a door hole. (Easy access to the woodshed as you can see)

Have to make it a bit higher... call WCB!!!!! Chainsaw on a wiggly ladder.

Fits like a glove... minus all 45ing we had to do on the inside logs so that the door would actually swing in.

Now to stain the rest of the house to match.... (50 years later)

This was my breakfast view. Don't try and calculate the time of day... I realize the sun is too far away for it to be 7am.

This was before I destroyed all that fluff with the snowmobile.

Those tracks are Dave's truck for when he left to go work in Burns Lake at the mill rebuild (the one that exploded).

That stick is the well notifier.

Check out our massive pond. I did a donut on it with the sled and almost sunk. A bit mushy still.

Who knew you could write this much about one scenery photo!