Another Leg of our Journey; Life in Town...in a rented Bungalow

Pretty done with winters up in those mountains

I know what you mean... after 14 years in the wilderness my last straw was when it took almost two weeks to clear the snow out to the road so I could get into town for supplies I became aware of what my son was saying for years.. that just maybe I am getting too old to handle life in the woods... good luck on your new situation I sincerely hope it is better than where I am.
 
I know what you mean... after 14 years in the wilderness my last straw was when it took almost two weeks to clear the snow out to the road so I could get into town for supplies I became aware of what my son was saying for years.. that just maybe I am getting too old to handle life in the woods... good luck on your new situation I sincerely hope it is better than where I am.
Never could take the cold since we moved to warmer climates many years ago, so know what you mean. Think any nice bird houses or bird feeders will sell...they are universally needed! Assuming you are one of many that want to collect your feathered friends, of course.
 

So, my bud in Wyoming got my teeny tiny home

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He's happy

I'll share a part of his email;


Mac the Mailman made the trek to our house today - he's a pretty good
sport about having to drive an extra ways to our house - seeins how the
mailbox is a half mile away - out by the highway...

The birdhouse (now lovingly referred to as Chateau de' O) arrived in one
piece and intact in all of its glory (no thanks to the heavy wall Home
Dopey box neatly lined on all 6 sides with pre-cut & fitted on eighth
inch hardboard panels, one slightly used but still serviceable tarpaulin
and 85 plastic 'shopping' bags from various vendors) - it is even cooler
than pictures!!

You questioned the level of detail in your work - I shall equally
question the level of creativity of mine.

'Magical' fits.

I wonder if my vacuum chamber is large enough to house this house for a
Linseed Oil finish?

Most definitely this gift will NOT be placed outside - I am creating a
place of prominence in my shop to show to visiting friends and tickle my
creativity bone for years to come.

Thank you Gary, this means a lot.

Although - the postage you paid is rubbing me a little, I feel bad for
the expense; can I at least offer to return the shopping bags?

You are a great memory maker for sure.
 
Chateau de' O: ......Priceless! 💳
I'll tell ya, Ol' Pard, he's prolly wunna my favoritest friends, and I've carefully chosen very few.
We competed on a now defunct site that reveled in posters like I've shown in wunna my threads here.
He was the best at it, the very best.
We became fast foes, and just as fast friends.
Damn, that was twenty years ago.
 
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This thread, just way back.
Gotcha.
Thanks for the clarification, T Man.
So many posts, so little of my mind.

Heh, yer video reminds me of an engineer I had the pleasure of bossing around.
He had this sailboat...40 something footer.
Wanted to sail from San Diego to Hawaii, using only a sextant and compass.
Took a course in sextant reading.
Once the course was over, he coerced the instructor to sail with him.
A couple 100 miles off shore they became disoriented.
Turns out the instructor had never used a sextant on the high seas.
Big difference from land readings.
Can't recall how they ended up, or how long before they got it together.
But it was worth the listen while sipping his beer.
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A friend taught me to sail when I was much younger.
Her father owned a 14' sloop kept in Newport Harbor, So. Cal.
No motor, only sails.

We took it out and proceeded to sail downwind towards the harbor mouth.
Blimey, the wind freshened as we went. Reached the mouth and came about.
After about 4 or 5 tacks, with nary much progress, we knew we was in trouble.

Turned out the Coasties had their HQ right there. Opportune spot.
We made for their dock, tied up fast and sheepishly explained our bad spot.
Graciously, they towed us pert near a mile back to our home port.

Lesson learned with no loss of life or limb!
 
A great talent indeed.
drifter, amigo, if yer talkin' about me, it ain't so. I jus' like to play.
Entertainment value only...but thank you, fellow diarist

Moving along;

As far as my teeny tiny homes go, I went completely primitive.
Found some gnarly twisty roots out at the cabin
These grew together like this;
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Racked the wrinkles of the soft tissue rattling around in my skull

Came up with this'n;
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It's the first (and last) of a kind

Took the whole day

Hardly resembles yer average birdhouse

Barely recognizable

But

My little avian pals may enjoy it
 
The peg leg would be a bit extreme, I think, unless you've been out chasing great white whales. You're good to go with just the eye patch. You could maybe say "Avast, me hearties" or "Ahoy there, matey" or stuff like that once in a while, or take up scrimshaw and drink a lot of rum and sing sea chanties really loud in the middle of the night just for fun.
 


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