It Was the Best of Times, It Was Another Can of Worms
Here are some pictures from the Back 40 of our property that I took today while exploring and picking raspberries:
At almost any random spot in those scenes, if one were to zoom in, one might see this:
Other vistas yielded:
So yes, I feel particularly blessed.
Meanwhile back at the ranch:
The rake and eave trim is finished! Looks so good in red and white.
And the final side of the house is stripped of siding/foam board/tyvek.
Thus revealing more rot than we anticipated, including framing members and studs, some of which had already been wired by the electrician.
On the upside, this is simply the “umpteenth” (and close to the final, if not actually the final) stage of discovery. It would be impossible to proceed without knowing the facts, however bad they are. So discovery is a necessary stage of progress.
On the downside: Hm. Hard to put my finger on. More expense certainly. More delay and distraction from proceeding on other things. But for whatever reason my indomitable optimism was shaken a bit today. Maybe that too is a necessary stage of progress. Maybe it demonstrates I am sane. Maybe I didn’t sleep well enough last night.
I shall make some raspberry jam.