The sketch I did sometime back about how to build
such a structure, of boards, iron bracing and fieldstones.

August 2004 Cabin Diary
     
  1. 24 August 2004 -- All has its cost

24 August 2004 -- All has its cost

It sure gets hard to get up here, sometimes.  My, oh, my, but the summer is heading down the old drain, and at this altitude, autumn is a much sooner termination.  Everything pretends as if it will live forever, for that is, after all, how the living should properly live, or what's the point?  It's green, yes, and humid, as I settle in on this night, and I listen to the river, as ever, behind the open screen of the rear window.  That's the one that is near the hardwood dresser I found one day, no doubt the disappointment of many a female "antiquer" who'd been by over the last few months prior.  I suspect that there is a bit of structural and exterior work needed on the place, prior to this winter.  I need to get the fellow back up here who has done such things for me in years past.  I found him after asking at the general store down on State Route 735, soon after my arrival in 1997.  He was not into general contracting, as per the construction of the actual Cabin; he was more of an odd-job man.

This builds, of course, the temptation to build a multi-charactered "story" of some sort, and that was never the purpose of the whole idea.  No, the initial dream was of a very quiet, empty dwelling, and it even pains me to think of the relatively-heavy equipment that had to come up the forestry road to make the story of substance from nothing a halfway-plausible one.  Ideally, I'd have had a zero investment scenario in obtaining the clearing, the Cabin and the road, so as to have a return on investment of infinite proportions, were the logical fallacy of division by zero possible.  But darn it, I'm dealing in the grubbiness of the dissipative domain, and Q is always a problem, so long as I walk the earth as a mortal.  I get so incredibly tired sometimes, and would just like an instant dose of settlement in the settlement.  I'm thinking I'll turn in on the early side tonight, and maybe not even have to find my way around with kerosene lantern and flashlight.

I sigh, in the silence.  There is always something to do, for this is the life of the rational man.  I care not to begin migration to the other, more transcendentally- and philosophically-defined geometries, just yet.  Many has been the young fool, who's burned his journal bearings bare, trying to crunch his way into that mess of crumbling acid-based paper and long-ago-spilled ink.  The Kingdom is here, it's now!  What's so hard about that, anyway?  Oh, yes, the element of faith in what is not seen.  Supposedly, that whole domain operates on other currencies than the stuff I expend, hustling here and there.  What a commerce that must be, in the coin of the other realm!  Euro beware, there is one stronger than thee!  I would think that I have a badly-neglected "imaginary" component, if I might profane the almighty so much as to compare with ordinary complex algebraisms. 

The sun is gone, and it's time to go to bed. 

"Bo"

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