|Front of the place|
The White Wolf Mine is pushing forward toward completion, and we’re moving toward the time when the place will be completely ‘weathered in’. Once that happens, the finishing work can begin in earnest.
And when the hovel is complete, I’ll burrow in like an Arizona tick on an elk’s back and that will be that.
It seems like I’ve been on this project forever and because I have never built a custom shack before, every detail is somewhat new to me. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s still a thing.
|Rear garage door and side of the house.|
People have asked me if I’ve downsized because I’m ancient and heading toward my dotage. The answer is that, fortunately or not, I’ve up-sized just a little, while reducing the number of bedrooms and doubling the size of the garage in the house-near-the-mosque, which I sold to a Mohammedan, when I moved.
I went by the old neighborhood the other day and there were a lot of aloha snackbar types hanging out in what once was a really nice neighborhood.
The only sermonette value that I can suggest here is that patience is a virtue (that I lack). It is a LONG GRIND to build a place from the ground up.