Looking Ahead
I watched my little bird go to bed last night. It landed on the birdbath. Surveyed its surroundings. Then flitted up to its little notch at the top of the cedar porch pole and settled in for the night. It was just as dark was drawing close, when birds go to roost. I checked on it once more before I trundled off to bed myself. Just making sure he was okay. I kind of think of us as buddies although he probably has no idea I exist.
The sun is up now, and the little bird is off doing what little birds do during the day. I’m up too. The cats are fed, and there’s a nice chill in the air. I’m going to start cutting tin today. Not my favorite thing to do, but a friend loaned me a power tool to try, and I have new blades for the Sawzall and jigsaw. I’ve measured twice and I’m ready to cut once. Patience will be the name of the game. There’s no looming deadline staring me in the face. It’s just me and my shed.
Plus, I have to remember it’s a country building made of cedar poles and old fence boards and repurposed roof tin. There’s plenty of margin for error. All it needs to do is keep the sun off the well works and give them a place to cuddle when the temperature drops. I am endeavoring, however, to make it look as nice as my skills allow. I even have plans for the inside. It feels good so far, and I feel good, and I think that’s a big win. And last night I slept right through the night. Second time this week. Maybe it’s a trend. Maybe I need to build more stuff. And that really does sound like a plan.