The Kindling House is taking shape

I bought a battery powered jigsaw for $30 today at a local 'everything' store called Benny's. There was a running joke we had in high school about this place; Whenever there was a car-ful of guys one would always start, "Aisle 13: Fishing poles, Air filters and women's hair nets." and the next, "Aisle 6: candy bars, wigs and swiffer sweepers." and so on ad nauseum. The loser of the game I guess was the guy whose aisle inventory was lacking sufficient unique contrast to be funny. There was also a musical-chairs-esque race against what I would call the 'laughter bell curve', that is, how a hilarious joke might spark uncontrollable laughter among a group of guys that soon turns painful as the source of the laughter begins to include the fact that everyone is laughing so hard, which begins the positive feedback loop. The afforementioned un-funny guy's unusual product list would do best if told during the climax of this phenomenon and even start a descent that might leave a legitimately funny offering dead on arrival. This joke occurred often enough to warrant this depth of analysis. 

In any event, the jigsaw was a POS. I cut 3 of 14 boards when the battery ran out and ended up using the cordless sawzall of a neighboring farmer who happened discovered me mid-build. I exchanged information I had about a certain wayward cow he was looking for, including possible search vectors, for the use of this tool. Unfortunately I realized I got a bad deal when he began to comment on my construction efforts from the context of the bible. I realize there are few contexts in which what I'm doing might make sense to collective civilization but I think I could at least communicate with someone. I was unprepared to rebut biblically. As he went on I mentioned that Jesus probably lived in a similar hut at one time and he changed the subject. 

The new subject was how I would 'go mad' if alone for too long. I told him that so far I'm going happy, but I'd let him know and good luck finding the cow. I wonder if Jesus spent time alone. 

I finished the deck -

And after some more time, got some of the walls up -

At this juncture I'm not too happy with some decisions I've made and am unsure about how the rafters will fit, how I'll do windows and doors and so on. Also the floor sucks. I used OSB sheathing as a sub-floor material so I'm not too concerned, but I don't know what I'm going to put over it that will fit in the budget. This is not acceptable flooring (and probably not acceptable sub-flooring given the smell) so please some genius out there recommend a solution, or some philanthropist donate some salvaged hardwood floors. I considered sod briefly as I can get it out of the field for free - but the prospect of all of it dying and living in a mudpit changed my mind. 

I also came up with the idea of one 360 degree window. I figure that and a spinny chair would lead to hours of entertainment. I can't talk myself out of that one, and it'll make the covering easy. Just not sure how to 'close' such a window. Or how to block anything but rain the travels exactly downward.

One thing I do like is the stonehenge-esque configuration of the cinder blocks. 

A friend of PR came by yesterday to check it out and brought up the bathroom question. It will certainly be outdoors and I have some ideas floating around that might end up being an improvement on current bathroom configurations (at least in terms of character). 

Enough from me - here is the secret entrance to PR that only me and the cows know about -

PS I wish I could tell if you're all reading this - blogspot doesnt offer such a feature so leave some inspirational commentary for me please if you feel so...um ... inspired.