Oh, my aching everything

In honor of Father’s Day (hope all those good father’s out there enjoyed), we slaved away on James’ new fort and play equipment. Poor Darren deserved much (much) better, but James’ birthday party is next weekend, and time is drawing to an end. He did get somewhat spoiled, if you consider a good breakfast, some recognition, a good dinner, and grindstone in between ”spoiled.”

Hopefully, the unveiling will come soon. I have some mid-progress pictures on my camera. James has been pitching in and picking up some skills in the process. The fort is so much better and his learning curve has been so much greater than if they had bought a kit. In fact, this weekend, he knocked out a four rungs from his old ladder, found some crap plywood, and put together a table. Not the sturdiest or most beautiful table, but it’s his, for his fort, and he’s quite proud, as am I. With his growing skills, I have discovered that I will never, ever be paid to lay tile for anyone. Or even be asked to help a friend if they see the job I’ve done in James’ “castle.” James thinks it’s marvelous.

Stay tuned for pictures as the castle is completed.  If I survive that long.