After our lovely little trip, we quickly got down to business yesterday afternoon and started on our last wave of improvements before the much anticipated move-in this weekend (hopefully).
We took yesterday to finish painting the kitchen (more on the wonderfully fabulous kitchen later), the doors and the window sills, as well as installing my very first housewarming gift (also to be discussed in a later post).
As a bonus, my big bro, Phil, came over to help. Phil is in the midst of readying himself for the upcoming Burning Man festival, to take place over the coming Labor Day weekend. What is involved in prepping for the festivities, you ask? Well, there's costume creation, bike decoration, arts and crafts making (hey, you have to have SOMETHING to barter with), packing and deciding on what kind of shelter you are going to rely on.
For those of you who do not know much about Burning Man, it's a week-long party in the middle of desert nowhere, where money doesn't buy anything and costumes are not optional, they are a requirement. The event's high point is, you guessed it, the burning of the man, followed by a Sunday of deep reflection about the man. And possibly recreational activities not likely to be recommended by the FDA.
This is Phil's fourth year in attendance, making him a professional burner of sorts.
Ok, back to the story.
Yesterday, as we were working away on the house, Philito decided to test out his vision of his shelter, which included a wooden structure covered with a huge Army net that was a score of epic proportion (according to Phil) from our back shed (thank you, whoever the heck you were that lived here, for leaving the most RANDOM stuff possible out there).
So, he created his structure, laboring with a saw, a hammer and a screwdriver. There it was in all it's glory, in our new front driveway of our new neighborhood: Dr. Phil's Army Shack of Love.
Did I mention that the house three doors down was having an open house all day yesterday?
Welcome to the neighborhood.
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