Showing posts with label House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House. Show all posts

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Where in the World Has Murphy Gone?


He's not here, where he use to be, but Hey Baby has moved right in and fills the empty spot quite nicely. Some progress made on the wool warp and hopefully it will get beamed on today.



He's not here,


but this old chippy bedstead (complete with a cushy mattress) certainly makes the new sunroom inviting for an afternoon snooze, a guest or small terriers to have a birds eye view for spying for deer, turkey's and squirrels on the back forty. Maybe it's odd to have a bed on the porch, but I can't think of a better place to waste a little time no matter what the weather, and there is enough room for everyone to cuddle in.

Dennett is heading towards 17. He doesn't see well, but his nose still tells him when there is something of interest and Jack will certainly let him know the second something pops into view.

He's not here on the padded bench seat ( complete with doggy beds in the cubbies underneath. Peter and Pogo certainly think the arrangement is pretty nice. Peter is 14 this year, he is so white in the face now. When he was a young dog his face was all black with just a little white dash above his nose.

Here he is! He too has a nice view of stuff going on and so does anyone weaving at him. You can see the dog pen fence line and while it's not visible, the horse shelter is
in view too beyond the fence line about 300 feet away.

No finish work has been done yet, hence the cardboard covering the opening to the small wall that had to built out for the largest window we could get. Trim starts tomorrow on the inside, after that painting and we're painting the floor too. I love painted floors. I'm sure it must be some Yankee hold over, but nothing speaks to me like the blank canvas of a painted floor. Plus,when it gets worn or you become tired of it, just paint it over with something new!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

2 Men ,2 Hammers & 1 Hour


That's about all it took for Gene and good ( helpful) friend Matt to get the windows in.
They started late, almost 5:00p.m. and were done having a beer by 6:15p.m.

I wish trimming out the windows inside and out could be as fast but it's not. We need to get a door in also. That would be a rhetorical "we". ;-)

Rodger is probably the only one in the house that isn't overjoyed at having another room.

(file photo!)

He has been using the back porch to sleep on and bring his "finds" to. The guys had to clear off a headless mouse ( clan Ichabod ) and toss it unceremoniously in the woods. I don't think they noticed the look of daggers that Rog was flashing them from the back door. If they had gazed into his eyes I'm sure they would have turned to stone or dust, or maybe gone back and retrieved the body ( and a half a dozen others) and brought it back kowtowing to the feline Emperor of the Hunt.