Rowe - Where the air is clean, it's so quiet at night in the winter your ears hurt from listening so intently. The nights are completely dark except for the stars - millions of them. The smells are of nature, earthy, warm. The winters may be longer, the snow deeper, the house much colder but the trade is exhaust, the sound of cars, planes landing over your house and so much light pollution that you only see the major stars. I'll take Rowe any day and some day I will be there for good.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Trimming out the windows
Mike came over Saturday to help with the window trim. He
set up his little woodshop on the patio.
While he measured and cut the wood Bill used the sawzall
to cut off the casing that stuck out into the room.
Mike showed Bill how to use the router for the edges of the windowsill. They made it extra wide so I could put plants on it.
Measure twice, cut once.
Mike and Bill trying to get the reveals even.
Mike primed everything after they were put together. They are
beautiful. We are building some good mojo back into this
old house, one little step at a time.
This project has been a little (rather large actually) labor
of love. Everyone that's worked on it has been
someone close to us - not someone we hired. It makes a