. . . over the horizon of time.
It's official. YURTOPIA is the future dwelling of this happy hermit. And i've taken a necessary hiatus from the Theozoic art studio to attend to necessary labors of sweaty loved called carpentry as the beginnings of the platform have been undertaken as lead-up to the arrival of my many-thousand-pounded yurt materials from Oregon (June 9th).
The last two weeks have been ground-breaking achievements in the categories of clearing the spot of overgrown douglas fir trees and old scrap metal piles:
1) Post-Hole Digging: Twenty-six holes all needing to be two-feet deep. CHECK!
(Then, leveling and setting the 4x4 pillars of wood for my yurt foundation in concrete).
2) Cohorting with a friend, fun fellow, and quality local contractor name Weggi to fashion up a proper 30-foot pad to be flat enough for roller-derby gal's and strong enough to support a NASA shuttle:
3) Adding plenty of 4x6 joists on top of that:
4) Doing the "blocking" work around the perimeter, which Mr Weggi made a breeze with his heavy duty girder-saw.
And with a bit more blocking on the interior, its ready for the final flooring of 4x6 Pine T&G.
Meanwhile, when not the sorcerer's apprentice with the Yurt abode, i've spend the late nights and weekends finalizing the formatting for my FAR-OUT Coloring Book:
And this springtime has offered great sunset and random rains and thunderstorms. A delightful surprise indeed.
A bit more forest management and one last burn pile perhaps:
And the birds are EVERYWHERE and ALL-DAY singing their songs. Its the tip-top-prime of bird spotting season. They love moistness and all the worms it brings to the surface.
And i finally catch a break to do a bit of outdoor drawing on my easel. I've illustrated and fashioned a new business card for Meta-Mundi.
Now its time to get back to YurTOPIA where the saying goes:
once i lived in the dirt
then i moved into a yurt,
now all the girls come to flirt!
and if i'm lucky they may lift their skirt.
