Slow Progress
The task for the weekend: Sheetrock.
A seemingly attainable goal made much harder by all of the angles in the cabin. We nearly got there - and mud will be our friend.
lum·ber·jack·i
noun
(/ˈləmbərˌjakē/)
a mother who fells or finds felled trees, cuts them into logs, and stacks them into piles or burns them in a massive blaze.
Terry joked that it’s taken blood, sweat and tears to get to this point of the process. I can attest to the blood and the sweat. I usually only see him cry during a good commercial or bad rom-coms - so hoping the tears are going to be tears of joy.
Very much looking forward to being able to wake up at the Dunlin Hill and enjoying a cup of coffee after taking a dip in the lake, but for now the sunsets will have to do.
