Forget the rain. The first flurries started at 2:30 this afternoon while it was still 38 degrees. The wind quickly followed, steadily growing more wicked.
I wanted to finish a few things before the rains and/or snow came. Rigid insulation had been added on the outside of the main girder to add more R-value to the sewer insulation box. This was covered with wood and primed for painting before it could get wet from splashing water off the roof.
While I contemplated the idea of the day getting a bit warmer before the priming work, the small gas line protective box had all of its fine detail trim completed. Warm it did not get. At least the wind wasn't blowing just yet.
I imagine looking at all these little details can get tiresome for some blog readers. What is the big picture like?
On this Thanksgiving day I am grateful for a cozy cabin that is sealed off to the elements. The exterior work for all intents is done. A bit more trim work on the ceiling of the basement patio and a cover on the outside of the girders to hide the straps and bolts can be done anytime.
There are four major mouse welcoming points that need to be closed off soon. I am afraid that the mices inside there now will just have to be sealed up inside. I just bet they are all nice and cozy in there. I wonder how much food they have managed to pack away with them? Varmints!!!
The view of the cozy cabin from the road gets lots of lookers. On the next sunny and warmish day I just may need to clean and paint the bottom of the columns now that the soil level has been lowered.
I am grateful that the house of Lowes is no more and that the regular commuters can notice the progress made during the hidden months of green and fall. I am grateful that my parents have made this mountain home possible for me.
I watched the snow massing at the border during a dinner with fresh beets, carrots and leeks from the roadside vegetable garden. With minimal effort there was home grown food to be had from the bounty of the land on a Thanksgiving day.
The snow moon rose as the passing flurries grew thicker. The wind began to howl.
Two grown kitties decided they would stay inside. Will tomorrow be a White Friday for me?