Diesel, Turkey, Primer and Fire

71 degrees - incredible warm and sunny weather over the four day Thanksgiving weekend.

Contraband Turkey

I was woken again early this morning by the low-tone drumming noise of the diesel engines on the crab boats on the James River as they collect more blue crab so that "she crab soup" can be canned and sold.  I actually like hearing these boats because it is the only thing that lets me know that we are close to the water as we don't have a view.  The sound of the engines was a little louder this morning and that may be due to the lack of leaves on the trees now that Fall is giving way to Winter next month.

We enjoyed a simple Thanksgiving at home this year with my wife's mother, Jill, and her friend "Bobcat."  It is always a bit of a trick to sneak a turkey into this house and this is the only time that I'm allowed to get away with it.  Our very nice neighbors Diane and Bill down on the river had setup the carriage rides again this year and we were slowly pulled around our little streets and got the chance to smell the smell of horses.  The one clydesdale, called Clyde was "driving" our carriage and we were followed by a second beautiful horse that we were told was born all black but is slowly turning white.

Clyde with his one-horse-power engine running at full throttle.

Maybe this would be cheaper than the school bus?

Nothing was done on the Pointed Playhouse on Thursday but we did work off our turkey skin on Friday and Saturday when the entire family got out in the yard to rake and blow the leaves while I finished painting the primer on the top end walls and installed the last three windows.  I also moved all of the remaining scrap wood that I may use next year to a neat pile on the far side next to the pump house where we cannot easily see it.

Bobcat setup a small fire pit that we used to burn some of the small scrap pieces of wood on Saturday evening.  We enjoyed a little red wine and got to hear Devon read some ghost stories from a book while Lauren drew on the brick with the ashes from a thin stick that she was burning in the fire.

Ghost stories told here...

It is now time to get the finished paint up on the exterior walls and nail on the skirt board and faux timbers.  More next week.