Monday, March 31, 2014

Fireplace photos

So...  Joe commented on yesterday's post that he hadn't seen a picture of the fireplace and the inside of the chimney.   And I don't know if I've ever posted one.   You should know by now that I'm waaaaay too lazy to go back and look, but I did notice that there are a couple in my Flikr stream.  The inside of the chimney is not yet faced (stay tuned, however, my intrepid log-lovers!), and is currently totally hidden by a mass of construction materials, including some gazillion-foot-long boards that The Husband milled himself.  So, taking a photo right now is not going to help the situation.  Instead, I send you over to espy the photos in Flikr.  Be gone with you!

Sunday, March 30, 2014

In Which Anne is Useful

Hurrah!   I made myself useful up at The Log House yesterday!    Let's be frank:  there's not much I can do to be helpful, except sweep up sawdust and make proclamations.  So when The Hubs gives me a job I can actually accomplish, it's momentous.

Said Husband had to go un-stick the snowmobile from the sugarbush, where it had gotten mired in the deep and softening snow, and set me up with some polyurethane in the dining room.  Never having polyurethaned anything before, I am pretty pleased with the fact that I didn't even screw it up a little.  Because, to be honest, it was a distinct possibility.  



I think it warms up that wainscoting nicely, eh?

Let's just step around the corner and see what we can see...

Well, hellooooo  lovely lights!   Fancy meeting you here!   

You know -- even though I know that we have so much work left to do before we move into The Log House, it's finish details like these lights that just make my day.  It makes it feel that much closer to reality.  

Here's something else The Nonchalant Husband demonstrated -- as an afterthought -- yesterday: 

I am so inordinately happy about this, I feel a bit shy to admit the amount of squealing that took place.   This is the main floor bathroom, the one directly across from the guest bedroom. So it will be convenient for you when you visit.  You ARE coming to visit, aren't you?

So much progress!  And for once, I actually contributed more than squeals of delight.  Aw, yeah.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Sunday Post

Hymns are balm to my soul.  Poetry and music joined.  It's been a long time (like 4 years!) since I've made a "Sunday Post."  No reason, other than my usual laziness, I guess.  This one we sang this week in church woven into a contemporary praise chorus, and since I couldn't remember the rest of the original hymn, I looked it up.  Good stuff.  I wish I could always remember more than a phrase or two of a good hymn.  This one would come in handy while standing on the dock at dawn or twilight, looking out over a placid Lake -- or standing in the silent woods with a clear night sky above.

I was surprised at the attribution.  I think we tend to remember one dimension of famous people and forget that they were real, multifaceted human beings.

All Creatures of Our God and King

1.  All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing
Alleluia, alleluia.
Thou burning sun with golden beam
Thou silver moon with softer gleam
O praise Him!  O praise Him!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

2.  .....  Thou rising morn in praise rejoice
Ye lights of evening find a voice
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!

3.  Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
Alleluia, alleluia.   .....

St. Francis of Assisi, 1225

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Time to move in!

What more does a girl need in her log home?

What's that you say?  A door on the bathroom?  *sigh*   Perhaps.  Okay, we'll wait on the move-in a bit longer.  But I'm going to microwave the heck out of something soon.  Just you watch me.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Oh, March. March, March, March.

*Sigh*  March, why do you do this to us?

Just when we thought we were about to tap the maple trees....

12-18" of snow in 24 hours.

The good news?  The in-laws arrived back from Florida just before the snowstorm hit.  Welcome back, Mom and Dad!   Here's a shovel.  Sorry.

Guess we're "At SNOW in Logs" now.   STILL.  Ay-yiyi what a winter.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Lovely Winter Day

So, we went on a family adventure today with my Mom to enjoy winter in the Adirondacks rather than keep whining about it.  It was a little awesome.

We discovered that the playground at the Paul Smith's College VIC is just as much fun in winter...

 ... unless you get your boot stuck in a hole.  Of course, your mother will laugh, because she still has dry socks and is watching from the sidelines.  Not that this happened to us today.  *ahem*

So, we went inside the VIC and attempted to focus on naturey things.

The Girl pretends we're going on a four gazillion mile hike today and points out our route on the topographical diorama.  Uh, no.

We did enjoy an art installation that we'd forgotten was going to be there.  The Boy took a shine to a $600 painting.  Start saving, lad.

Funny story:  when The Boy was 3 or 4 years old and we'd just moved back to the North Country from Merry-land, a huge bunch of crows would gather in our backyard every day and have a LOUD conversation.   Our crazy little boy would run out into the yard and stand shouting at the crows, "HEY, YOU CROWS!!   BE QUIET!!!"   Every. Day.  

You'll be pleased to know he restrained himself at the art show today and didn't shout once.

Grandma is always trying to make us learn.  Sheesh.

Okay, so we did learn something new today, and not just that if you throw a skunk pelt on a boy he'll get a little freaked out.  Heh.  That too.   We learned the term kames.   Look it up.

If we had more gumption, we might have rented snowshoes and gone out on the trails.  But, whatevs.  I like the comfy log furniture inside.

The true highlight of my day?  I stopped to gas up the car at the only gas station in Gabriels -- and I say this completely seriously -- it's my FAVORITE gas station.  There's one pump, and it's the old-style analog dial numbers kind, where you have to flip the lever down after you lift off the pump handle.  No pre-pay or pay-at-the-pump here, suckers.  Gas up and THEN go in to pay.  The icing on the cake for me was the patron in line ahead of me at the register inside; she was buying a 12-pack of Keystone Light, a can of vienna sausages and lottery tickets.  And then got into a late-model Subaru and drove a mile down the road to a really nice house.  Ah, it made me smile.

We also made our annual pilgrimage to the Saranac Lake ice castle  -- er, palace.  

Guess who even remembered to wear her long underwear this year...   too much info?  Sorry.

Tons of cool ice sculptures this year!  Horses and dragons and knights, oh my!

One of the things I love about the Ice Palace is that the ice is harvested in blocks right from Lake Flower and constructed on the lake shore.  

The Boy explaining ice harvesting to The Girl.  Unused blocks are lining the edge of the frozen lake, in front of them.

This year, contemplating ice harvesting felt a little bittersweet.   The Hubs' great uncle Bill used to cut ice from Our Lake and sell it to summer lake folk.  It's something the long-time camp owners remember fondly, and one of the roads along the north end of The Lake is still called the Ice House Road.

Great Uncle Bill cutting ice during the winter of 1946-47

We miss Uncle Bill.  He died last month at the age of 99, and was a fixture at The Lake for more than 50 years.  It's because he started the family business on The Lake in 1946 that we are knee-deep in this Log Adventure, after all.  I blame him.  

Okay, I credit him.   Thanks, HoneyBear.   May your fishing spots be forever secret.