More windows!

The windows on the north side of the house are in!   Granted, that's not very many windows....

Yeah, so this opening was made a liiiitttle too large.  My FIL assures me that it's easily remedied.  I certainly hope so, since the mosquitos and black flies are NOT invited to the house-warming party.   Whenever that may be. 

You WHAT?!!

We now continue our saga of the east gable end....    in which we find our hero, perched atop a board one story off the ground, fitting a wee log into place. 

The Husband is very capable and level-headed.  He does not usually take unwarranted risks.  He is quite good at building things and handling tools and machines.  (Heck, he's even considering building a log house!   Nah, it'll never happen.)    Except for this craziness last winter, I'm usually not up for a nasty surprise when I visit The Lake and witness the miracle of logs. 

So, you can imagine my discomfiture when I was a journalistic party to this scene on Friday:

"Too tight!   Johnny, where's the chainsaw?"

"And the angle's a little wrong, too...."

"Eeeeeeeeeek!!"  (That was me.)   Oh, I'm sorry, did you need some perspective on this scene to be as horrified as I was?

Shaving a log with a chainsaw 14 feet IN THE AIR.    *Thump*    (That was me.  Knocking my head on a stump as I fainted.)

More in "Anne of East Gables"

Sorry, L.M. Montgomery.

The piecework of fitting logs to the open triangle that is our east gable end of the house is an arduous process.  (That's what I hear anyway --  as always, my role here in this adventure into log insanity is to simply to chronicle and appreciate.  And dump sawdust out of The Husband's coat pockets.)   Because we chose angled windows for that space, the logs that are becoming the wall into which the windows will fit all need to be angled too.   The air is a bit blue around the house these days.  Best not to take your delicate ears near.

Yesterday I presented a pic of a tiny angled log being routed.  Here's our wee log being fit into place:

First  -  the gable such as it was Friday lunchish (what lovely soffitting you have, my dear!):

And here's Bob and Chris fitting our wee angled log into place:

Stay tuned tomorrow for my wifely chastisement of foolhardy practices.

Routing Redux

So - remember my painful brush with manual labor last fall?   C'mon -- the cold, the sawdust, the whining?   Ah -- now you remember:   Bob scraped the bottom of the barrel and came up with ME to help rout logs last November.   Yes, if you'll recall the pictures of those long, long, oh-so-long logs, you'll understand a bit of my disgruntledness when I came upon this scene on Friday:

Really?!  I couldn't get this short little sucker? 

Random House Pictures

I got some good pictures of the house on Saturday, before this blasted rain started. 

The south side of the house:

Looking down into the house from the east gable  (into the living and dining room):

Autumn finery:

Boards

Milling + logs =

Ain't they purdy?