The deck looks great.
Sickness has moved from its host, Keith, and is now laying waste to me. (Although I really blame my co-worker(s) for infecting me. It's going around.) Good thing I have a lot of reading material and some firewood to keep me warm...'cause I've been spending a majority of my hours in bed. Keith was hammering away and sawing boards and I slept soundly less than 20 feet away.
There's some more work to do down the side (under the broken window), but it's really a nice addition. There's been a huge full moon and we've stood out on the porch looking for shooting stars. There is a plethora of shooting stars. Well, at least a lot of sky to search for them.
An email from a friend said she imagined this was a place where the sky is wide open. But this is last on my list of places where I stare at the sky. It must be because we're in a valley. I was a big sky watcher in Portland, there was usually something happening in the weather to make a great sunrise or sunset.
Here I don't notice it as much. Unless it's spectacular. Or at night, because even with many close neighbors (within a couple of square miles), there's not a whole lot of light pollution here. We keep fantasizing about watching the stars from the green roof this summer. Ahh.....