I’ve learned to treasure the moments I write. I feel lucky to be able to write, to express my thoughts, to share my ideas. Over time I’ve gotten better at it, but I’m now in a writing funk. I need something to give me a kick-start. I slowly move my fingers to the keyboard and write a few rubbish sentences. So why has writing felt like a chore lately? I’m not sure why.
In October I began (with Ian’s help) the construction of a 10 foot by 14 foot wood shop (144 square feet is the largest you can build in the city without a building permit). The wood shop is in the backyard of Ian’s home and we both plan to use the shop once it is complete.
We’ve gotten much of the building material for free from Ian’s friend Tyler. This includes the glue laminated beams and plywood sheathing. The glue lam beams were enormous and required Ian and I to cut them down to a more manageable size. The shop is definitely built more stoutly than it needs to be, but like I said, “The material was free.” Ian’s next door neighbor calls it a “bomb shelter.”
We are waiting for the metal roofing material to arrive while we complete the inside. Below are a series of construction photos.
Lisa and I had a houseful over the Thanksgiving holiday. Chelsi, Eric and their kids, Sasha, James and their kids. It is always great to get together during the holidays. Here are some pictures from our time together.
Our community held their annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony last Friday night. Our granddaughter Kimber was in the school choir and performed at the ceremony. Kimber is the one with the green bow on her head.
Lisa and I got our Christmas tree from a U-cut tree farm in Mount Vernon on Saturday (It rained the whole time we searched for a tree.) The variety is Nordmann Fir. Lisa favors the dark green needles and the tree is know for having little to no needle loss throughout the holiday season.
