Bob set up a little table of plywood and sawhorses in the basement and the boy dispensed with a recently deceased mouse that got in, but finding no food, decently decided to expire.
I took the opportunity to snap some new pictures of the house on this beautiful and cold North Country day.
Version 1: The kids and I went home for naps and left poor Bob to work on the house by himself.
Version 2: I had to bundle up a sick and crying 4-yr old and the remnants of lunch and drive back to town, while Bob got to commune with his beloved logs in silence.
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I do not pretend to know which version of the events is closer to the truth. However, with a toddler, teenager and a 7 1/2 month pregnant wife at home I do suddenly find myself wishing I had a logged cabin to retreat to... errrr I mean work on. Happy Holidays Anne, hope your lil' one feels better soon.
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