ACK! And apologies...

... for my delinquencies as a blogger.  I am sorry.  

Forgive me?

Truthfully, there hasn't been much action up at the logalicious home these past two months, but that's no excuse for not waffling on about this and that, as I usually do.  

So, what have we been up to?

Well, this:

Friend's wedding in Delaware

The Boy's annual Halloween party

The Girl carves her pumpkin

Church hayride {and agricultural lesson on soybeans}

Real-life Hunger Games

(or cousins at play during Maryland visit)

What we really went to Maryland for

Iron Man...er.. The Girl turned 6

 We're catching up now.... 

And POW!  Now we're up to current time.  

This is The Girl's game of "Bury the Brother" yesterday during our Lazy Family Saturday.

"Yeah, yeah, Anne," you say?   "We're here for LOGS, not all that family nonsense!"

Well then, feast your peepers on THIS:

The ACTUAL plans from our kitchen designer, who is ready to begin making our cabinets after Christmas!    {er, once Bob & I can agree on a countertop....}

So, now we need to get all the flooring in on that first floor where it's missing, bang in some real doors, and finish painting those rooms I should have gotten done before the end of summer.  Ahem.  

Thanks for not abandoning me during my hiatus, and I will endeavor to earn your readership, faithful log-lovers.   Plus, you wouldn't want to miss the KITCHEN installation, would you?!  EEEEEEK!

October beauty

Even with all the colors gone, The Lake is still a vision of beauty and serenity.

Bob snapped this pic on Friday from our dock.      *bliss*

Faceless

Here's the BEFORE:

But there's been a change of plan.  Bob found a simple fix for our moisture problem in the roof/soffit that doesn't require him to face the chimney with all that beautiful new stone this fall.  Which is good, since our handy-dandy personal stone mason has departed for Florida before Bob could get his lesson.  So, the stone will wait a while and our chimney will remain .... homely for a bit longer.  

Sorry.  The AFTER pictures will have to wait.  

But here's your daily picture of The Girl collecting rocks, just to tide you over:

In other news, we went up to The Lake today to have a lovely afternoon with my in-laws and The Girl mused:

"Where IS everyone?"

I don't think she has realized until now that the majority of camp owners on The Lake are not year-'round residents, like we'll be and like her grandparents are.

We went on a chilly boat ride to tour all of the decks, docks, bunkhouses and roofs that Bob and his father and the crew have built this summer, as the sky steadily darkened and we raced the storm back down The Lake.   The skies opened just as we reached the shelter of the first boathouse and we laughed and congratulated ourselves on our good luck.... and waited while the rain pounded down.

All in all:  a good Saturday.   How was yours?

See? A stony problem.

We went to a sweet little Harvest Festival in North Bangor, NY at Bonesteel's Gardening Center this afternoon, and did all kinds of fun things, like:

But The Girl clearly thought we were there to acquire MORE STONES.

Is there a 12-step program for gravel-gatherers?

Stone

We took a trip on Saturday to look at stone.

Wanna know why?  Huh?  Do ya do ya do ya?    It's SACAUSE (as The girl says) Bob is going to start facing the chimney!  Woo!   Not because it'll be super cool pretty, of course; mostly something about the chimney cap and the roof line and moisture...  I wasn't really listening, but I *did* hear chimney and stone facing!  That's good enough for me.  

We talked with the stone company owner/quarry dude and ogled the rock.

And The Girl misunderstood and thought we were there to fill our pockets with gravel.  

After she filled hers, she filled mine.  I'm a little worried now that all that gravel is now inside my house somewhere, since the Tupperware container I gave her to hold it all when we got home... is now empty.   I'm laying odds that it's all in the couch.  But I'm afraid to look.

 The moral of the story here is:   sit down gingerly at my house.

Last... few... veggies....

Doesn't Pop's garden know it's nearly OCTOBER?

Look:  *I* was cold out there today picking tomatoes and carrots and jalapenos, oh my!   Those poor wee cherry tomatoes were shivering on the vines --  and yet?  still growing.  Plenty of green ones, and every few days when I go out to steal some bounty from the garden, there are tons of new ripe cherry tomatoes.  On a related note, would anyone like a bunch of cherry tomatoes?   My, but they're prolific.

And The Boy, when he was done practicing the piano at Grandma & Grandpa's, discovered a lone little cantaloupe hiding in the leaves.  We haven't cracked it open yet, but I warned him it's a bit late for melon and it likely isn't edible.  He's gonna give it the ol' college try, though.   Brave lad.