I’ll tell you one thing, this is no baby elephant. It is not even one of those Indian circus elephants. It is one motherfucker African elephant! Which makes me think of something else. Why is it that they write f@#k? The writer thinks it and says it. The reader thinks it and says it. So if everyone is thinking and saying it, you might as well just write fuck. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the big elephant. Parts of it are really tough and I’ve had to chew my mouthful long and slowly and well. Off course, the hot weather has not really been conducive to developing a large appetite.
I’ve had to move the crane affair 4 times to get all the ridge beams up. The contraption has been working so well, I’ve also used it to get the 90 x 200 x 4.8 rafters in place. All 40 of them! It is been quite a tiring business and I have some new pains in places I never knew existed. I now suffer from permanent hammer elbow but the heavy framing is finally finished! Hallefuckinglujah!! My next party trick will be to get that pile of shutter ply on top of the rafters. I don’t know how yet and I’d rather not think about it right now…

I started a habit of lunchtime siestas – powernaps and don’t feel too guilty. Start work at 7 in the morning and finish around the same time at night. After supper and dishes and looking at the kids’ drawings and throwing a stick for the dog and telling the wife she’s pretty, I normally find a second breath and go spend an hour or 2 in the workshop. Blame it on the fact that I don’t have TV plus the missus disappears into her studio to paint. So what the hell else am I supposed to do!

Tell you another thing. If you complain of not having enough time to spend behind the bench, sell the TV. You’ll have some money to buy timber with and a lot more time in which to be creative. Amen.