Making progress in different forms

Harald and Roger turned up today to do some more work on the shed. And, by the time they left, it all looked pretty amazing. Note that it’s not quite finished, but it’s certainly getting there. I particularly love the wood store and the steps.

While they slaved away under the almost hot sun, I pottered around the house.

Generally, I fill up my days by doing little things that I enjoy but feel I don’t normally have time to do. That sounds a bit obvious when I write it down. It sounded better in my head. Still, it’s true. One of those things is transcribing days from my early journals and adding them to this blog.

Originally, this blog consisted of just our holidays and was for our parents to follow us on our travels. Initially, I would write the entries out in notebooks, then add them to the website. Eventually, once WordPress had been invented, I turned the website into a blog, adding posts daily.

Of course, I still have the notebooks and, sometimes, if I feel I have some time to waste, I add entries. I’m currently adding entries from April 2002, having completed 2001 a while ago. 2001 was when I started the handwritten journals. Sadly, a lot of the entries are pretty dull and not particularly interesting to anyone accidentally reading them. Still, I enjoy looking back.

These little reminders of our lives from over 20 years ago, can be incredible. It’s a pity I didn’t keep journals during our theatre days. Still, it is what it is.

Statistically, to date, there are almost 6,000 entries in this blog, consisting of 3,332,158 words. Most of those words are mine. There are also 5,293 comments consisting of 159,229 words, most of them, I think, from the post I wrote back in 2015, about the Turnbull family.

But, back at the shed: It looks like an entirely new structure. It even smells new, reeking, as it does, of the smell of new timber. And the inside is so light now with the three windows.

They worked all day adding a bit here and a bit there and constructing the magnificent wood store on the side. As Harald said, it’s better than the one he built himself at home.

I’m now waiting for rain in order to prove the weather worthiness of the almost new reconstruction. Oh, and in order to fill it with a lot of the stuff crowding the glassroom.