I wrote a load of posts one weekend on my way to and from church and to and from other places. I had a back-log of plenty, and then I ran out of them on the 6th. So I didn’t write any more until now. 

I’ve been pretty deep in sindome during the night time, and since I spend most of my day writing, it just didn’t appeal terribly much, you know? The posts that I didn’t write with the attention of a car ride (no internet, no second monitor) felt like they were slipping further and further away from being interesting.

Things are already busy as you like. Once the ground thaws, that’s the starting gun. Fence posts to dig, decks to set, platforms to build, bedrooms to move, pre-natal appointments to attend, books to read. It is going to be a summer for the ages, that much is certain. 

The first summer I didn’t do much but get used to the place. The second summer, I built the wood shed (Abby’s Pregnancy Privacy Pallisade). The summer after that (last summer) I extended the barn roof and did a bit else besides. 

I’ve decided that a summer really shouldn’t pass without at least one big wooden thing having come into the world here. This summer it’ll be the fence, if I get the grant. The fence and the deck, and the tent platform. And, as I’ve been sat thinking about it, I’ll also probably want to build a bunch of play things. Teeter Totters, ladders, a swing perhaps. I’m not totally convinced it’s all possible. But, I’m not convinced it’s impossible either. I guess we’ll see. 

I’ll paint the house the summer of 2027. Or maybe I’ll force my father and brother to do it this summer while I toil with posts.