On November 4th, everything changed. By everything, I mean the weather. We'd already had snow twice, I was back to wearing my motorcycle jacket all day and everywhere. But on November 4th, summer returned, and it still hasn't left. Let me tell you, it was like I'd been shot out of a cannon: every minute from crack of dawn till the sun abruptly set at five p.m., I was outside doing heavy stuff.
I finished sawing up an apple tree on the north property line. I put my motorcycle away in the basement. I moved all my piles of firewood from around the property to the carport. I split logs. I gathered and bagged twigs for kindling. I had a bonfire on the island. I cleared the entire south property line. I put away my gardening tools. I painted the eaves on the south side of the house. I brought in the boat and put it away in a newly-swept-out shed. I cleaned the carport. I sharpened my chainsaw multiple times. I even had a sunny afternoon with a large cup of coffee and a date square sitting on the bench on the island. There was no stopping me.
And every so often, I'd go over to Bleak House and do a little more work on demolishing the walls of the little bump-out. It was tough sledding. It was impossible to get a secure footing and even more impossible to avoid all the nails.
It's been a glorious week: the kind of week I'll look back on in February with huge delight.
I think tomorrow is the last of the warm days, so I'm pleased to tell you that I finally finished demolishing the three walls of the bump-out on Bleak House. All that remains is for me to take down the little peaked roof.
You see that little opening just below the point of the peaked roof? I cut that out so I could see if the exterior wall of Bleak House had been left in place. Luckily, it has. But this little peaked roof has been home to squirrels or chipmunks or something. They've made a nest in the fibreglass insulation and left a ton of droppings up there. Tomorrow I'll start removing the four layers of asphalt shingles and take a chainsaw to the wood underneath.
Remember, a few posts ago, I was saying how horrifying it was for me to go inside Bleak House? It's actually quite comforting to be in there now. Best of all, for a reason I'll explain in my next post, I'm feeling quite confident in what I'm doing to this little building. I now know for certain that I'm bringing it back to its original form. Stay tuned, if you're curious to learn how I can be sure of this.