Look no further. Here’s the sign.
I know it’s hard to tell I was being literal, because if you’ve been following our progress, you know that we try to heed the “signs” that the Maker puts in front of us. We try to listen to Him and get out of our own way as much as we thick-headed humans can.
But this sign is metal and plastic, and it should last a good long time. The art is Mike’s, and we love the colors and composition. Most people seem to agree!
Before the sign could go up, preparations had to be made.
The painting of the outside of the church is an ongoing process, and I stifled my discouragement when I inspected the painted portion from just last year. It could use a touch up already! We’re using a more expensive Sikkens paint because it’s thicker and really soaks into the wood. But the winter was brutal, and the bugs are ubiquitous.
As I was painting, my “brothers in height” (Mike, my husband and Paul Fisher, of Rybak’s) were across the way having their own adventure at Rybak’s Ice Cream Store.
The back portion of the building has to be addressed, and for this job, no skimpy ladder propped precariously against ancient wood slick with spider silk and squashed bug juice would do. They called in the heavy machinery.
The name says it all.
Nope! Women get the aforementioned ladder. This is a MANLIFT!
Well, I know that working that high in the air has its moments of doubt, but from my perspective it sure looked fun.
Thanks, David Byrne. Meanwhile, back at the cottage…