Monday, June 23, 2008

Cat on a Hot Shed Roof

I'm sorry. I haven't finished my photographic evidence of Neighbor's Lawnmower Fetish Exposed!

But I did manage to build this neat loft where I will store all of my hay.


Picked up a new tool from Home Demarijuana with some money I gots for my birthday. Hey, I know I'm too old to get money for my birthday, but what would you do if someone gave you some dough?

I had intentions of getting a new circular saw, but this baby was on clearance. I've never owned or used one before, and now that I have I am a card carrying member of the National Sawzall Association (NSA).


Me and the boy and my chlorophyll stained sneakers chillin' in the hayloft.


Have you ever been in a real hayloft? I did when I was in the 6th grade way up in Canada. What seemed like three stories of hay bails in a 3 dimensional maze. One incandescent bulb at the very peak of the barn. Even my frosty flake addled brain didn't think that was the safest thing to use. Better than candles I guess.

Ahh, the roof, in all its glory.


View from afar.


I remember once when I was 14 I helped someone reroof their 2 1/2 story New Englander. Thirty feet up in the air on that day, and I was just about as nervous on this project as I was on that one.

There's some words of wisdom about getting old here, but they escape me.

There's probably some words of wisdom about getting more forgetful, but they escape me.


Anonymous said...

I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling.

Big A said...

I'm not afraid of falling, I'm afraid of the sudden stop at the bottom.

gagknee said...

yuh know the quarry we used to swim at, i wasn't afraid of jumping off that, but i could never stand right on the edge or jump off the edge. i always had to get a little running start.

EssBee said...

It looks really good! We'll have to come by and see it in person!