Renaissance

Remember how you first got interested in making something with wood?  My memory goes back to the building of a tree house using scrap lumber and hand-straightened rusty nails.  This summer my grandson and his father joined me for several days as I built an addition to our camp in the Adirondack woods.  He really enjoyed "helping" with the construction and showed good eye-hand coordination in this non-video game activity.  I know he will remember the experience.

The addition project got me back to hard physical labor after many years and I felt every exertion in the sore, overstretched muscles and ligaments of my body each night.  But it also brought me back to the joy of making something of value with wood, the satisfaction of using mind and body to create, and the pleasure of work.  So it became time to get back to it.

Next was the roof job at home-38 square and a tearoff, too.  The job was overestimated by four square which happened to be exactly what the horse barn roof required.  The trash rolloff container was still here.  I went for it. 

 

 

The job went well, although I had to dodge some rain.  I rebuilt the cupulo base and repainted and reinstalled it on the new shingles.

But this was all leading me to what I had put off for

a couple of years-building that woodshop in the end of the polebarn, the one that was imagined when I had the barn built, but which had waited for time and priority to coincide.  Its time had indeed come.