Staying put on Cape Cod this week – first week in who knows how long (not counting recent “staycation”) where I haven’t gone somewhere for something. Big project brewing, lots of desktime needed.
However, this past weekend saw the restoration of the old chicken coop continue. With my son and I re-roofing the little shed with fancy architectural-grade shingles donated by the munificent Cousin Pete, who also gave us the chapter-and-verse lesson in how to shingle.
Rest of the weekend was filled with, a lame Halloween (1 set of trick or treaters), sculling on the harbor, a good beachwalk under gunmetal skies, some clock change adaptation, a big writing project, the start of Moneyball on my Kindle, and the psychic crossover from summer mode to winter bunker mentality. Here’s a cheery sight. The Lowell’s dock getting taken in before the winter ice trashes it.
