I want argumate to attempt to break into my house, but instead scratch at my doors and windows for hours as my redneck family and I shoot up the joint living through the greatest amount of fear we'd ever experience, and for the incident to go down as one of the most famous close encounters incidents of all time.
Top: Logs at the base of the wall have been replaced because some greedy fungi had eaten them away threatening the cabin structure.
Middle: South (Road) side of the cabin. Since we had all those skilled immegrant log carpenters on-site drinking our coffee, the window and door frames are being replaced to tighten and weatherize.
Lower: North (Lake) side. All the rest of the doors & windows likewise. This north side faces all of the wind & weather booming across the lake.
[Oh it’s going to be toasty whenever winter returns. Today it was in the high 70s F. Next stage is to clean and treat the log walls & trim. The old place will be all frisky and fresh.]