The shed creeps closer and closer to some semblance of beauty and utility. Much work is still needed but that will get done, in time, God willing. I seem to spend a lot of time moving piles of wood from one side of the shed to the other just so I have some space to work. I stopped collecting free wood a few years ago but the shit must be breeding in at night. I've had multiple epic fires in the back yard fueled by my abundant wood stash and I've used boat loads of it on the shed and in various furniture projects but the piles refuse to deplete. It's emotionally difficult to give the stuff away too. It's a precious resource.
A wood turning lathe was purchased recently but sits idle. Saving that for the winter months. Snow clinging to the windows, hot cups of tae, radio, the occasional fry, beers, etc.
Dinner parties have been hosted in the shed. Borderline hipster behavior.
I think we all know this website is dead. I don't care. I gots my wife and beautiful girls and my shed. Feck all y'all.
