I’ve been meaning to post a series of photos of the garage/office project in the Photos section, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. I’ve been too lazy to select and re-size all the photos.
The project is coming along quite nicely. The builder has worked hard to make sure it looks well with the house. I would give him a link here, but he doesn’t seem to have a web site. They have lavished quite a bit of attention on the trim and it has paid off. That and Dave’s brilliant site selection have turned the tide of public opinion on what now appears to be the Little Yellow Compound.
Today is our 4th wedding anniversary. We joke that since we work together (and therefore spend twice as much time together as any other couple) that each year should count twice.
We were married at Murphy Farm on the edge of Lake Pinneo right here in Quechee. It was a beautiful summer day, one of many that year. For a week or so prior to the wedding, Dave’s siblings and their families came to stay. It was a warm, wonderful time and I felt very lucky to be joining such a great family.
I haven’t been up much for writing anything lately. Life is a bit chaotic and unfocused. Our office reflects how unsettled I am. The papers are piling up — our filing is way out of control. I’ve been putting off dealing with it until the move in the the new office.
The garage/office project is moving along quickly. The second floor is all framed. There have been mishaps. One of the guys shot a nail through his finger with the nailgun. Those guns always made me nervous. The day after the incident, I heard a nailgun go off. Someone said “Ouch!”, waited a beat and then said “Just kidding, Mark!”
In an attempt to shuck whatever it is that’s getting to me, I’ve started running a little bit in the mornings. We get out to the Green by 7:30 AM and I do a couple of laps while Dave walks Cammy. We’ve been having a heat wave, but the air is still refreshing at that hour.
One bright spot is the Renaissance choral group we started earlier this summer. We’ve been getting together Thursday evenings.
Another simple pleasure is the garden. Something new blooms every week. But even that adds to the feeling of being overwhelmed when I see the weeding I should be doing.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man
