Evidence I’m still alive… From Oct. 25-ish or so (lemme check that as though it matters :0)
Not gonna lie, been a real tough stretch. But I’m keeping my hands and brain active by doing simple tactile little tasks.
In this case, putting some clearcoat on some more signs for yet another sign post and pouring an extra batch of soy wax on some fire starters just in time for the first woodstove of the year in honor of 4th (or 5th) visit from buddy Renegade Ted (who took most snaps included herein & i captured from his FB round-up post). But you should check his Notes from the Nog travel writer bloggity blog.
Put one of these with a well constructed fire and a single flick of the lighter gets it done.
Yes, I was an awesome Cub Scout.
PS And dig that cassette player/radio hanging up. It doesn’t really work well but I still try to tune in like I’m gonna connect with some short wave radio + And that’s a trucker hat representing The Matinee & Tshirt is REM Chronic Town
What a life. I still can’t believe… Well no, I can believe all of it, I’m right here after all. Incredible to think that this room didn’t exist two years ago. So much goodness and memories have happened in here already from band jams to Christmas trees.
I have a handful of skills but one of them near the top is making fires. Like I’m super good at this #HumbleBrag (and we have almost endless stash of hardwood / great cooktop too)
This is all hardwood and no I don’t put in a ton of paper or use a torch. And Ichiro loves cleaning out the woodstove, utilizing all the tools and helping set the fire. We used to have a safety fence around it but it took him about a minute and a half when he was nine months old to figure out the lock. He knows it’s hot and he knows his boundaries.
Or all of the above?
PS you can see a painting by Michal Korman in the far background
Bonus: Ted was gonna tag along a few days later on a sweet potato harvesting event with the YMCA forest pre-school as Ichiro’s “bonus uncle” but plans changed so including a photo of the gig as a placeholder until i post a diary of the tasty taters, maybe…
We brought a picnic and enjoyed meeting the other parents and local farmers (and wearing great hats).
