You may have noticed in my last post, a reference to our "cabin". I use that word very loosely as "cabin" has certain connotations to people. You might be imagining a cozy log cabin with a charming fireplace. You might be envisioning rustic shades of red with moose and bear decor.
Unfortunately, dear readers, nothing could be farther from the truth. In real life, I call this dwelling "the shack". Because that is all it is. A shack on a creek in the woods. It is a dwelling that Mr Rx built himself with some help from his brother-in-law. It consists of a room downstairs and a loft upstairs with room for a bed. And a porch where we leave the wet shoes, bathing suits and towels that will never dry out in the godawful humidity. You must hide your bra at night or you wake up with a limp, moist, cold piece of fabric.
Mr Rx's rule for building the cabin was that the materials either had to be cheap or free. All the windows came from a friend who works at Pells windows. The pile of wood that will someday be the floor is recycled from a kitchen rehab. Someday it might look cool, but as of now, the upper half of the exterior is tar paper, waiting for some sort of finish. The interior is just studs. We climb to the loft via a metal ladder and the "railing" to keep your children from plummeting down on to the kitchen table is a rope.
Mr Rx and the kids do enjoy going there. They fish, swim and go for walk. Mr Rx drinks a lot of beer and plays the guitar. I read and try to forget that I'm there.
Unfortunately, dear readers, nothing could be farther from the truth. In real life, I call this dwelling "the shack". Because that is all it is. A shack on a creek in the woods. It is a dwelling that Mr Rx built himself with some help from his brother-in-law. It consists of a room downstairs and a loft upstairs with room for a bed. And a porch where we leave the wet shoes, bathing suits and towels that will never dry out in the godawful humidity. You must hide your bra at night or you wake up with a limp, moist, cold piece of fabric.
Mr Rx's rule for building the cabin was that the materials either had to be cheap or free. All the windows came from a friend who works at Pells windows. The pile of wood that will someday be the floor is recycled from a kitchen rehab. Someday it might look cool, but as of now, the upper half of the exterior is tar paper, waiting for some sort of finish. The interior is just studs. We climb to the loft via a metal ladder and the "railing" to keep your children from plummeting down on to the kitchen table is a rope.
Mr Rx and the kids do enjoy going there. They fish, swim and go for walk. Mr Rx drinks a lot of beer and plays the guitar. I read and try to forget that I'm there.
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