Four Walls

Unlike Jim Reeve's Four Walls, mine are opening up to the world.

Unfortunately, I missed the actual unloading of the logs.

Look a bit like coffins.

Seeing my name was a bit daunting.  Oh my goodness.  This house building thing is for real!

Ah yes.  The presentation of the bill.

Have to get the arty sunset scene with view.

The crew:  Dan, Dane, and the boys.

Dane and Bob, who's finished another job and come to help out with this one.

Dan the Mountain Man.

The logs are heavy, but the boys could lift the smaller ones.

Doors

By Carl Sandburg

 

An open door says, “Come in.”

A shut door says, “Who are you?”

Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.

If a door is shut and you want it shut,

     why open it?

If a door is open and you want it open,

     why shut it?

Doors forget but only doors know what it is

     doors forget.

 My doors will always be open to you.

Some sort of tape filled each groove before the next log layer was added.

Perfect job for the kidlets.

Straightening tape while the men hold the next log for setting.

Beautiful fit.  The logs are measured and cut according to a  computer.  Turman might not appreciate the analogy, but these logs mesh as smoothly as tinker toys.  Here they abut the porch and a side.

That white stuff on the subflooring is the remnants of snow.  Fortunately, it didn't last.  View is through the windows in the main room, out toward High Knob.  When I first realized that we could see High Knob, I actually teared up.  Daddy would like it.

Not quite sure where these nails went...but not in my shoe.

Uncle Dane and Dan the Man.

Each log was numbered.  I know that 1 means the front and then the other numbers refer to the layer.

Kidlets were not reluctant to work.

Dane, Bob, and Dan the Man working as long as the light lasted.

Kidlet with the chicken leg played peek-a-boo with the camera. 

Ready for the roof.