Each working day things continue to progress on the Hazelnut Inn. It gets a little more finished and more colourful with each passing day. The amount of curious people who are stopping to enquire grows each day too. The neighbor installed new gates at the road this weekend, tired of people cruising up their long driveway to get a better peek at the Inn. Our ‘marketing plan’ is obviously working well. Build it and they will come…
Back from radio silence
On Thursday morning I came down with a cold but colds simply don’t slow me down. Friday it was definitely worse, but I just ramped up my tough guy and carried on. Saturday, it hit me like a brick wall - even my hair hurt a whole lot. After lazily sitting around for a few hours I managed to convince myself I was well enough to mow the lawn for there is nothing hard about sitting on a ride mower. But afterwards it was time to rest in a big way or collapse. I spent the rest of the day between the recliner and bed. Sunday, I was really determined to be better. I managed to shuffle half a block to get Janis a fresh muffin at the bakery but then I was so tired it was back to the recliner and bed for some quiet suffering and sleep. By Sunday afternoon, still feeing very sick and weak, I knew there was only one thing to do. I cut up a chicken and set it on the stove in a big pot to brew up some of my favourite homemade soup (a recipe from my momma) . It simmered on the stove for three hours while I suffered so very bravely in my recliner. When the soup was ready I ate one bowl and brought Janis a bowl for preventative medicine. Then I went back to bed to allow the cure to work it’s magic. I awoke this evening feeling somewhat better at long last, downed another bowl of the magical soup and finally felt good enough to do more than simply moan in my recliner. I now suspect that I’m going to actually survive this nasty cold and am hopeful that tomorrow will be a much better day. I’m very grateful my hair has stopped hurting. Janis is suggesting I take it real easy tomorrow, perhaps sleep in a little and take an afternoon nap too. We’ll see how it goes.
Becke and her painting magic
There is a whole lot of work to create our sculptures. We weld, attach the lath and then apply and sculpt the concrete. Once the sculpted concrete cures the real magic begins as Becke and her crew apply the multiple base coats, blends and glazes. Suddenly everything comes alive. Becke is extremely good at this job and after years of practice and continual experimentation has perfected her style. When she is done it looks better than the real thing!
