Sunday . . . Sunday

We got up bright and early to work on the treehouse . . . well bright and early for me on a weekend, about 9 AM. Royce had to take down the doorway so he could attach the sides of the front wall to it, then put it all back in place. Why? Yeah, I asked that too. Don't ask. Just think of it as he decided it would work better that way.

Our nephew, Todd and his girlfriend Allison came by to see the treehouse. They have been looking at this blog, but that's just not the same as being in it. They liked all the woodburning artwork on the railing and all our hard work.

Since we didn't have anyone to take a picture with all of us in it Royce and I took turns with the camera. Yeah, that's me with the broken bone in my foot. It's another long story so don't ask. Let's see now busted index finger, broken foot, this treehouse is . . . a labor of love. Anyway it doesn't hurt . . . that much.

Todd and Allison left for the Bucs game and we got back to the front of the treehouse. Just a few more measurements and nails should do it.

The doorway is framed in and we have a lot more to do. . .