I looked around for some wood to finish up the firewood shack to sell wood from out in front of the house and came across the beam that I show sawn into two at the top of the page in two images. I was more than long enough to do as I wanted, but was obviously too thick and only one piece, something soon rectified on the mill. It was the first cut of the season, and I did nothing but put tension on the blade to tune the saw. I think the cut quality was pretty good considering how little effort to prepare.
In the bottom two images you can see where I mounted the freshly cut beams across the top of the shack to get it ready to take a roof. I notched the uprights to hold the weight of whatever snow Mother Nature throws at it and bolted it together as I have done with all the other beam joints. Standing inside, the structure feels quite sturdy. It will certainly hold its fill of firewood!
It needs a roof, a sign, an honor box, and some firewood before it is ready to go. I may even put some sort of finish on it yet.
Missus did a market yesterday in Logan. It promised to be a big opportunity for her, but it felt like the only traffic there was other vendors and whatever traffic might of happened through the park as they would have for any other day. It was as though it had not been advertised at all. After a day of sitting there for near twelve hours, the guy next to us bought something he did not understand, talked us down on the price by a third, and that was the only thing sold. It was not a day to be happy with. Not happy at all. It did not feel like a rehearsal of anything. It felt like the final nail in the coffin. But where she really goes with this from here, and how to carry on is up to her, and I hope, as always, that she finds a way to sell, and finds an outlet for her creativity. I have hated watching her put everything into her dreams only to have them crushed. People don’t seem to understand her products. Even the guy who made the sympathy purchase at the end did not understand what he was getting for his wife. He just knew it was used for crochet or knitting, and she was learning how to do that. Ever have the feeling that what has been made was going to go to waste? I sure did.
So, the mood here is mixed. It is crushing, and depressing. The lavender we planted last year is all dead and the weeds have claimed the whole bed. Weeds do that to everything here. And after a year or so of them, the grass returns. It is an impossible cycle to beat. I think there are avenues to travel, yet. But what one is the right one?