A few updates

by Jeremy

It’s been a few months since our last post, and I’m sorry that you all got were Yip Yips and crayons. Well, maybe not too sorry. So what have we been up to? Mainly teaching and architecting, and looking forward to warm weather and longer days.

At the end of January we finally got together with our friends the McPheeters. We baked cookies together at our house with Aaron and Maris, then walked to the park together. It was a great afternoon of catching up and we look forward to more time together this summer.

A few weeks later Annie’s mom visited us, just in time for a fresh snow. She was so happy about it that she volunteered to shovel the sidewalk! I wasn’t going to argue. We drove to Rollinsville and took her snowshoeing, then up to Boulder to the Celestial Seasonings factory. For Valentine’s Day the three of us ate at the Chop House for dinner.

The following weekend Annie and I spent at Camp Elim, northwest of Colorado Springs. Our church has a strong affiliation with the camp, and a group from the “honeymooners” went to volunteer in the kitchen and with general camp maintenance for the weekend. Unfortunately I don’t have any photos, but it snowed all weekend, and was incredibly beautiful. We had our own cabin in the pines and when we weren’t cooking, cleaning, or sanding bunkbeds, we were conversing around the fireplace.

Amidst all this we’ve been doing work around the house. Our main project recently was putting new insulation in the attic, a milestone I had been working towards after months of preparation. I don’t want to have to go in that attic again. With no ladder, the journey begins on the stool, to the table, to the paint cans, then to a hoisting maneuver that I’ve become quite adept out. Our roof is very shallow, so the most difficult thing is moving from place to place. Imagine army crawling over joists, trying not to put any weight on the gyp board ceiling, dragging along a toolbag and pieces of plywood to use as a platform, snaking through foot tall joist openings, wedging yourself down into the eves, breathing 60 year old dust and insulation, all the while protecting your bald head from inch long roof nails coming through the sheathing above, traveling clear across the attic… then realizing that you forgot your screwdriver. Many times I felt like this:


(by the way, do you realize that this movie is 26 years old?!)

Phew, finished.