What’s next?

Was thinking this weekend about how if you stop paddling while working upstream, you lose ground. If you’re not moving forward, you’re moving backward. There isn’t staying still because the world keeps moving. 

Did some upgrades on the cabin this weekend and decided I am going to put a roof over the deck. It will be a bit of an undertaking, but every bit of this is a labor of love and it keeps me moving.

The weather was wonderful. Thunderstorms came through. Thunder rumbling in the valley and over the mountains while rain hits the metal roof. It’s a real soul recharger. Part of what made me want a roof over the deck. It won’t be insulated. The rain will resonate all the more. 

The cabin….and I….will never be done. There will always be the next thing to do.


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