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The weather was beautiful on the coast of Maine this weekend. Unseasonably high temperatures up in the mid-70s with bright beautiful sunshine meant that we had to get outdoors. And what could we do outside?
Hmmmm….
Well, there was a little bit of this:
That’s copper flashing (in case there are any Cheries out there).
Then there was some of these:
Yes, we know that it is misspelled on the can. We know what we mean, so let’s all move on, eh?
And, of course, where you find those, you find this:
Hello, old friend.
Because we are almost up to the second floor windows, we needed some of this:
Trimmy trim trim. (You try to find something witty to say about trim.)
And, of course, it almost goes without saying that we had plenty of these:
Cherie occasionally has nightmares about being attacked by shingles. We have no idea why.
And that was our weekend in a nut shell. A little of this, a little of that, and a whole lotta this:
You are impressed at our progress, right? Please tell us you are impressed.
Because this was an incredibly boring post and you deserve a reward for making it this far, we include a gratuitous Annabel shot for your enjoyment. You’re welcome.
Look at that wary expression. She knows what’s in store at the top of that ladder.
We always have such big plans, don’t we? “Let’s build a house,” we say. “How about we start a blog?” we ponder. “Let’s save the wood from the trees that we had to cut down and use it as our trim,” we decide.
Mm-hmm.
And that’s how we end up living in a half-built house, with a website we never update, and a pile of logs sitting in our front yard for a year-and-a-half.
We had such high hopes for those logs. But, alas, our original plan fell through when our pulp truck connection didn’t work out. We always meant to find another way to get the logs to the sawmill, but it turned out to be one of those things that was really, really easy to put off. And thus they never went off to become real boards, but sat in our yard (and sat and sat and sat) until, finally, we noticed this:
Mushrooms.
Wood that has mushroomed isn’t really wood you want to use as trim.
We just let them sit too long. Typical.
Luckily, as always, we had an alternate plan.
It involved chunking the logs up into smaller bits,
hitting them repeatedly with a sharp, heavy instrument
and stacking them neatly in a row, where they will stay until they are needed to keep Cherie’s feet warm next winter.
Not quite what we were hoping for, but in the battle of window trim versus warmth, warmth always, always wins.
