Shingling

Is "shingling" even a word? Well, it is now. The shingles have crept up toward the peak of the roof -- and stopped momentarily as The Husband takes a break to make a living. Something about needing to put food on the table? Welcome to my start-stop-start-stop log home world.

Here's a pic of what the house looked like yesterday:

The Husband and his father popped by the house while I was taking pictures. They've been diligently milling boards for ceilings, walls, trim, etc. for our house, and needed to rearrange a stack on the second floor of our house. (By 'second floor', I mean boards lying on the floor joists. No real second floor yet.) So, I got to watch them work.

Look at The Husband. Go Bob Go!

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Stay tuned for next time, when I extol the virtues of my African friend.