Treehouses

I wonder how much money I could make if I started a side business of building custom playhouses/treehouses for people. Surely wealthier individuals would fork over some buckets of cash for a sweet kid casa. I am almost done building my daughter's treehouse, which is made almost entirely from old repurposed wood. Most of it came from my garden planter boxes. On a side note, for any one who cares, the garden was an approximately 70% failure - part too blazing hot - part weeds got ahead of me. Back to the treehouse, I only spent about 30 bucks and it will be complete in the next day or two as I am just adding the final details.

Sabbatical

My summer blog sabbatical had an unexpected side effect. It produced a complete lack of creativity. Actually, not a complete lack. I made some extraordinarily cheesy cardboard buildings, which, despite the lack of craftsmanship, actually look pretty fantastic on top of my son's bookshelf. The crowns were a stolen idea I saw somewhere, but turned out to be a point of constant humor both at home and especially in public. In my ongoing quest for debt liberation, I transformed my daughter's old changing table (that's right - she is now potty trained! Bring out the band! Break out the booze!) into a little person desk. By little person, I mean tiny and young not a nanus. Although, the desk would be usable for them as well. The former diaper changing table turned little person/dwarf desk is actually the former kitchen hutch turned diaper changing table turned little person/dwarf desk. We recycle, son. The paintings mark my first real (post high school art class) attempt at acrylic painting, which coincidentally were painted on a drawing board purchased for use during my high school art class. As I said, we recycle. As the Summer sluggishly expires, so does my productivity drought. Hopefully, I can create a few new things to share.

I is Risen

Okay, back to it....narcissism be damned.

My two and a half year old daughter climbed out of the tub a few nights ago and farted so loud it scared her. My work as a father is complete.