Extending the Tin Shed

Today was a working with the chainsaw day. I slept in as late as I could, which was nine because I’d gone to sleep before eleven, and soon I was cutting down more bushes and trees and cutting up the wood on my sawhorse. I now have a start to the pile which will hopefully fill my woodshed.

It was a dry and warm day, although there was a nice breeze, so I watered my garden as well. The zucchini is doing really well, at least the one in the garden bed, and the potatoes, although the plants in the higher tray is not doing as well. I think plants like zucchini and cucumber need more depth of earth, and mine is too shallow. I’ll work on that for next year.

In late afternoon I took a shower before the water cooled off too much from the incoming cloud, and then I ate my dinner. It was a bit early, at four, but now I am done eating for the day.

Next I sat down to the edit on Vested Interest. I finished that final edit, and now I am ready to upload it. I haven’t finished a new book in a few months so it will be interesting to see if it gets taken up because it is new. I brought a copy of In Light of Ray with me so I am going to read it and then edit Working for Ray, the sequel that I wrote this spring. That book should be nearly finished as well, so hopefully I can at least get a good edit of it before I turn my hand to Marred or Blind Fish: Lost in the Tunnels. I’d like to have good drafts of those two by the end of the summer but that is perhaps too optimistic.

This evening I went out to check the garden and pull the lumber and other goods away from the back of the tin shed. I am thinking of extending the roof and making a shed behind it as well. That will give me a place to store my leftovers from building the new part. I need to clear the new part out and there is too much lumber lying around to just stuff into the tin shed. The roof already extends too far so it should be a relatively simple matter to give it a foundation and some walls and extend the roof.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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