The weather here has been unbelievable…a low of 30 two days
ago and 100 today. Amazing. We still manage to get some work done. The second
stone arch is up and two walls are almost faced with stone. The large rocks in
the foreground are for landscaping the terraces in front of the house that we’ll
get to when Sam’s brother stops by for a visit. The large maple tree in the
front of the house will soon aid us with its shade! Sam has also begun to nail
up the cut shingle work on the second floor which really sets off the
decorative window trim.
We have also begun to pour the concrete floor over the radiant
heating system on the first floor inside. Eventually the floor will be paved
with a polished stone facing. The central staircase post is in place as is the
newel post that will be at the bottom of the steps. The large oak doors will
also get their stained and etched glass windows…hopefully before snow flies
again. LOTS to do in the months to come. Jim
On the street a man runs. He runs, runs, runs. I do not see
what he runs from. Is it disease, famine, bombs? What does he run from? He runs from the hole, the hole that is found
in his soul. He continues to run, continues to run on by. And I build to mask
the ugly house behind and the ugly house behind and beyond. The houses built
for owners who have no time, care, concern, thought for what they create. Just
a wall, and a roof; a box to protect the chair in which they sit and watch the
world slip on by on the screen on which others create fantasy, spectacle, and
dream. The dream which they do not live but mask with their ugly house as a screen, and when it fails they run, they continue to run on by. Sam