Wednesday, February 15, 2012

the inexorable march

of the drywall across the ceiling has exorated.




Lost the help of the good and dear Bob a few days ago. He's off to pursue other ventures. Can't spend his life fiddling about my place. His company and assistance, and downright mastery of some things is dearly missed. An inestimable fellow, him.

So, onward thru the fog.



In other news, I've been pounding in the first of a few ground stakes. Slow going in this rocky soil. That's really just exactly as boring as it sounds, and just as photogenic.

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