Tbone built me a playhouse (ie a potting shed, which for a grown woman is a playhouse), just like he did when I was 6 years old.

I went to get the permit and by the time I got back the old one shed was smitherines. The lady in the inspector's office told me to keep at least 50% of the original so that it'd be a "repair" and not a rebuilt.

 

 This is Tbone's idea of 50%.

 Corrugated PVC is the roof. I wanted to old school fiberglass that my Grandpa always used on every porch I can ever remember, which always had a greenish tint, but the PVC is the modern replacement for that.  It's clear, with a UV filter.

 Finished except for stain and a rain barrel.

 The "old soul" shed was the hangout for the ghost and his dead cats.  My phone disappeared half way through the job, gone for 3 days and we looked everywhere - stuff disappearing is always the sign that the ghost is peevish.  I gave him a beer and a smoke, and the next morning the phone was sitting under my purse.

Then off we went to the Adirondacks again.   I took a nature writing workshop at the ADK Writing Center, held hear at Nick's Lake Campground.  I wrote a prose poem about moss.  I'll post it if I can get it to suck less with revision....I kept freaking the other participants with stuff like adding miscarriages into musings about humus :/ 

 

We found this by "car hiking", our phrase for driving up super scary unpaved roads to see what's up em.  This is Stillwater NY, which you get to after about 10 miles (feels like 3x that!) of omg I hope the car doesn't die road through 75000 acres of state land, at which point you find a dinky "town" of a boat shop and restaurant (both for sale) and a cluster of houses on a damned expanse of rocky islands.  I'm still into the high peaks over the majestic water views, but this was a beautiful spot.
 

 

 Meanwhile, our frog hooked up.