This time of year, by preference I’m active first thing in the morning and last thing in the afternoon, with the middle dedicated to hiding from the sun. The boys pretty much feel the same way, they spend the bulk of the day snoozing under the Lair where it’s always cool.
But evenings we come outside for a while, when it’s cooler outside than in.
Forgive the photo quality, my camera awaits a mem card replacement…
Ghost’s favorite post is just outboard of the driveway, where he can keep an eye on the wash. Dastardly cattle or tourists might attack at any time.
LB, on the other hand, wants to be wherever Daddy is. And Daddy just finished taking his bath with a jug of sun-warmed water.
And that’s after getting past my secret sin, so often displayed lately: Uncle Joel is afraid of of heights. And too many of this week’s chores are up high, like caulking around the loft windows. That’s done now, at least. And for most of the painting I can use a scaffold and a long pole. Much more comfortable.
Truth is I’m going to be a while getting used to the Lair again. I’m reminded of times when my ex quite justifiably laughed at me, because anything that was just mine tended to degenerate into something only I knew how to use. The Lair’s exterior wasn’t exactly supposed to stop with the sheathing, it just did – and that was what I was used to, and except for the inescapable deterioration I wasn’t really unhappy with it. Now it’s starting to look a little more like a regular person’s house, and … well, let’s face it. I’m not really a regular person. I’m committed to finishing it, because I really love the lair and arguably it deserves a better owner than it has. But the further into the project I get, the less like my own home it seems.
I’ll get over it.
