Rust, rot and depreciation are eternal

 

An old hunting blind is getting re-sided

One of my younger brothers originally fabricated this hunting blind. He had a friend whose girlfriend's father sold garage doors. Being a charming fellow, my brother had a limitless supply of garage door "tear-offs" and he frequently made use of them in his projects using batten-and-screw methods to attach them to framing.

Bugs, woodpeckers, squirrels and time have had their way with those panels and it is time to replace them.

I am using dimension lumber and sheet steel siding. Another thing I am doing is lowering the sill to approximately 38". It is kind of stupid to have to get out of the chair because you cannot depress the elevation enough. Elevation is easier to add than to subtract. 

I don't think I will be hunting from a 10' high, elevated blind in twenty years, but who knows. 

So, doctor, how do I feel?

I was dragging the last three or four days. I was tired. I had aches and pains. I could hardly pry my behind out of my recliner.

I wondered if it was low blood-sugar, so I ate more. Nope, that wasn't it.

I mentally reviewed my caffeine consumption wondering if I had somehow missed drinking the required amount of coffee. Nope, that wasn't it, either.

Maybe I got cold while sleeping. I wore a hooded sweatshirt to bed but was still dog-tired the next morning. Nope, that wasn't it. 

Finally, I put the pieces together. "Mrs ERJ!  I think I figured out why I haven't had any energy" I exclaimed. 

She raised an eyebrow bidding me to continue.

"I think I caught Quicksilver's cold" I said.

"I knew that" she said, eyes darting to the depleted box of tissues next to my chair. 

Of course she knew. It had been obvious to her for days. She pays more attention to my health than I do.

The good news is that about noon, yesterday, I got my energy back. It was almost like a switch getting flipped.

I might not have gotten more work done but it didn't feel like I was walking through wet concrete while I was doing it.