I'm posting a little late this morning. I got up pretty early, but later got cold, so went back to bed for a short while. It's really cold out.
Yesterday, I worked on the Hut quite a bit, but didn't seem to get so much done. The paneling is so hard to fit up against the ceiling, and I don't want to use trim to hide poor carpentry skills.
Steve worked on his closed circuit system until he left in the evening.
I stayed out in the Hut to work on a really difficult panel, but I finally got it about right. I may have to use some small trim to cover the seam. The roof truss is lower than any other truss, so I had to whittle quite a bit to get the wall panel right.
I'm still insulating. I can only do a small part at a time, as all the other building materials and tools are in the way, and I'm constantly having to move things around to make room to work.
It's frustrating.
I also have to come in the house for the bathroom, as I don't have water out there yet.
It might have frozen if I did.
I sometimes carry a bucket out there with hot water, and put it on a heating platter to keep it hot, as I like to keep my hands clean so I won't dirty my panelling. It's one of those old-timey buffet warmers that momma had one like when we were growing up. I think maybe Aunt Dora sent it to her one year for Christmas. I buy them at Goodwills. I use some of them to keep the water thawed up at the bird houses. They sure beat having to carry water every day, and keep the birds in something to drink.
I have to take care of my babies.
I've almost got all of the rear wall of the Hut panelled, and it is going to be so pretty. I only lack one more piece, and it's like a jig-saw puzzle, with all kinds of angles. Shannon is following my progress via this journal, and she has words of encouragement for me all the time. She's snowed in up on her hill. She had to park her beloved Cadillac down on the bottom one night, and was in a panic until she could get it back up the hill. I don't think she's taking any more chances with it.
I'm not going anywhere until the roads are clear. I hate that feeling of sliding and not being able to stop.
Steve left last night for Ohio, and he said the roads were terrible.
Ronnie is putting rock salt on Evelyn's corner, down at the bottom of our road. It will make it better for Richard and Connie Fain, Otto and Edith, and Mike Ilick, who have to go to work, no matter what. We had taken him several bags to use, and Steve said that part of the road is totally clear.
It's good we can count on him.
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