For those readers who are still with us as we finish the second season building this chalet in the wilds of Cape Breton, I can only say that your patience is matched by my own as I slog through 8-hour days, measurements, counter-measurements, improvisations, saw by saw... And I hoped you've enjoyed the images and words as much as I have the experience. This has been, is and will be a summation of the very physical life I led as a rugby player for all those years. I am enjoying my strength and stamina again. Not quite invincible, but ready for the bears.
Time to get ready to go back to Montreal and Toronto, and Benjamin's 4th birthday,but not until we have this house in livable shape (water, electricity, internet and heat). We have applied for insurance as of next Wednesday, we have Seaside coming to connect us to the internet so that we can monitor the house from a distance, we have water now as the rain is being processed through three crocks and our electricity is buzzing along its wires. We have a new stove and dishwasher and an old fridge. We have a few beds and chairs. We can live here now!
The gutter installers do their job in 2 hours: an impressive display of relatively simple technology. If I were to attempt the same job, it would take me a week and I'd probably screw it up. I'm busy applying the battens to the boards, regretting that I UNDERestimated the amount of wood we'd need. Hope Mike Higgins has the same wood for next year. I need the same again, 2500 linear feet!
Off to Port Hawkesbury to get the floor sander which almost gives me a herniated disk: 90 pounds at least. I can see why it works: it brings a huge weight to bear on the wood being sanded. Gather up our last supplies, then back to the Cape to admire the lake and eat steak.
Life is okay really. Not eternal, of course, but pretty good.
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