A little over a month ago, with virtually NO experience whatsoever, I started the solo process of stripping and re-staining the deck of the Cul De Sac Shack and quickly gave up.
A little over a month ago, with virtually NO experience whatsoever, I started the solo process of stripping and re-staining the deck of the Cul De Sac Shack and quickly gave up.
As I type this dross in the darkness of a rainy Saturday morning, I look back at a week filled with ups and downs.
June is done. Thank the dogs above!
Since I started the Hell’s Deck Project, I’ve been spending more and more time on the front porch of the Cul De Sac Shack. Mostly to keep Jake (The Dog) and Lola from wanting to be on the deck, which is currently a war zone of chemical stripper residue, dust, and odd smells, not to mention the deck gets the afternoon sun, which has been blazing hot recently. In other words, “too hot for bulldogs!”
It’s been ten days since I last strapped hiking sneakers on my feetz, and it might be another four or so more until I do so again.
After the near fruitless photo creep I did last Saturday morning, and the rabid, angry-toothed dog meets insane random stranger in a parking lot incident, I took Sunday off to do whatever it is I do when not lumbering or taking photos. I think adult beverages and pre-Euro ’24 International friendlies were involved.
After taking Sunday off to rest and goof off, I was eager to get back into the woods for some lumbering this week. Sadly, it would be delayed due to an early morning appointment with my eye doctor that took way longer than expected. With that, my return to the woods would have to wait until Tuesday while I took care of some much-needed chores around the Cul De Sac Shack. That was my first mistake.