I spent the weekend going up and down the scaffold. This was when we were putting the tongue in groove at the highest points in the room. Put four or five 3 inch squirts of construction adhesive on the wall, move the 16ft board into place, make sure the tongue has full accepted the groove, and move up and down the length of it putting in double taps with the nail gun. Repeat repeatedly. Becca kept me well fed with new 16fter outside at the Bin-ning station.
The pellet stove requires and ash and heat barrier below it for safety. I cut the cemetatious board to exactly the minimum shape for coverage required and looked for my 1/4 inch notched float. It was not to be found. But I had already mixed the Thin Set. :-0 The horror. So I grabbed a short piece of tongue in groove and used the chop saw to dado the required notches to mimic the tool. The sign of the thinking ape is tool making.
I stayed up at the cabin alone one night working late. It was one of those starless nights on a mountain top. Black as ink. Scary as hell. The light projecting out the window into this dark formed a gobo in the shape of a quadrilateral perfectly situated on a sitting rock. It was creepy, so I tried to photograph it, to conquer my fear. The camera could not capture how very erie this light on the stone was.
The woods are filled with decrepit hunting stands used previously by the neighbors.