Weekend work.

Autumn is wearing her fancy clothes, in the Opeongo mountain range.

On the road to Quadeville

Big construction in little Quadeville:  they're replacing the culvert beneath the bridge.  I don't think they'll have to worry about it washing out, come next spring.

They're obviously trying to get it done ASAP, as they were working Saturday.

Small construction on Big Eneas (ha ha ha).  Roger helped Iain tear down the walls and let the sun shine in.  Big improvement to a small space - it feels a lot bigger, now.

There has been some suggestion that this could become Iain's "man cave".  Hmmmm.

A much tidier storage and work space.  And the view is good, too, he says.

Happy stuff!

Onyx has decided that our bed is indeed the best place to spend not just all night, but most of the day as well.  I don't think he will ever be a lap-cat, as he rarely jumps up for pets and, when he does, will not lie down at all; but he has become a bed-buddy, usually curling up by Iain's feet.

Biiiiiiig stretch and.....flip onto head!

Black cats seem to gravitate to Iain.  Phantom used to sleep on Iain's ankles.  Onyx sleeps at his feet but on my side of them, so I can feel he's there, too.

The other cats tend to sleep on my side, and it's usually only Stitches who will stay most of the night.  Jez comes and goes, and Snaps - well, when he's on the bed you can't help but know, because of his squeeky purrs.

After about 10 pictures, Onyx was giving me the evil eye.
 

Although I didn't take pictures at Mom's 95th birthday party, my cousin Carl got this nice one of Mom, Elva and Irene; I had to let you see it!

Golden girls (Irene's a bit young in this group, though).

Wood Work

I didn't blog about the long weekend, though it was a lot of fun; my birthday, and my mom's birthday (for which we had a nice party) made for a good time. No pictures: I was feeling very lazy and I don't think I took any! I'll have to get some copies from the others who were there snapping Mom's picture.

Last weekend Iain decided to have a go at the old cottage, as we are tearing down one bedroom wall to make the space more useful.


He removed the door and trim with little trouble.

It was touching for me to see wood exposed that hadn't seen daylight since my grandfather nailed it into place 70 years ago.

Removing the wall is a bit trickier: the nails are hidden by the ceiling, and he'd rather avoid tearing that down.

Although our original thought was to remove the cottage ceiling, we changed our minds because of the heat that is kept at bay by the insulation there.

As it turned out, the blade on the saws-all is not long enough to reach the nails, from above or below, so until a longer one can be purchased we can't go further.

Up in the attic, checking out the wiring (shudder).  It needs....replacing.

I was pleased with how the place is standing up; no leaks visible.  Iain replaced the roofing (with a lot of help from family and friends) about 15 years ago, or perhaps longer.  At that time, he put ice barrier over the entire roof before shingling.  It has worked well.

And no bats.  That doesn't make me really happy, though - the decimation of the little brown bat by the "nose fungus" has me worried that they might go extinct.

Despite the pouring rain on Saturday, we had a lovely sunset!