We need to build a woodshed. Up to now, we’ve stored our wood under the house – the house is on pilings and there’s lots of room for wood under there. However, the minks, martens, and rodents have been building homes in the wood stacks, and this is not so good for the cabin. Also, the wood represents a bit of a fire hazard. With all these dry summers, we’ve decided that maybe that’s not the best place to store the wood.
An oceanographer needs a seadog … and it looks like I’ve got one!
Brennan’s about 14 weeks old now, and has he ever grown since we got him! You can almost hear his bones creaking as his legs stretch outwards.
The long days of summer are here, and I find myself thinking, as I have before, that this is a rather strange year, following up on a growing number of peculiar years in the recent past.
Going back in time a few years, here is laundry day on summer solstice, 2015. We washed the laundry in the creek, in buckets, by hand, and hung it on ropes strung between the trees.
For the last four years or so, our back door has opened out onto a set of rustic cedar steps built for us by a friend. They were meant only to get us by in the short term, but, like many things, became a nearly permanent part of our cabin as other things in our lives took priority over building a back deck. Getting Brennan ended our procrastination on this project!
Meet Brennan! He’s an eight week old Border collie puppy, and he’s joining our family (pack).
Some many years ago, back when I was an instructor of first and second year biology at a British Columbian college, I used to give my students genetic problems. These are really exercises in logic, brain teasers, if you will. I’ve always loved them, although I understand that some of my students weren’t quite so fond of genetics. Recently, I have been inspired (more about that in another post) to take an interest in the genetics behind coat colors in dogs, specifically border collies. So here’s the puzzle …
I don’t write many negative posts on my blog, but sometimes life can throw some really serious s**t at you. I guess it’s all in how you cope. And, by the way, don’t stress out!
It’s been a cold, slow spring, but gradually the signs of its impending arrival are starting to show up.