I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
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Love the 'pure' look of that roof!
ReplyDeleteI hope that your Christmas was/is a happy one and that 2008 brings you much joy and many adventures.
Thanks Lee, I just visited your blog and see that for you the hottest part of summer is approaching, and you have a glut of ripening apricots. A bonza christmas to you too.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like your stained glasswork!
Meanwhile I've just come home through freezing rain and big wet snowflakes.
Seems bizarre.
I used to live in a log cabin a bit like that one, by the way.
I estimate the snow load on that roof to be 1.5 metres in depth, which in Finland might typically indicate a load of 300 kilos (660 pounds) per square metre. -For the non metric, a metre is approx 39 inches.
visualise it as an oversized square yard and you'll be close enough.