I Did Not Blow It
I was a success in August… at least from my point of view. Let me explain.
I have three sons, all of them well north of their 40th year. And I also have my Bunkhouse which I built as a separate building from Sally’s and my home on North Twin. Sally and I built it as a gift to me for having lived long enough to deserve it. BTW, I much prefer small to large, particularly when it comes to a place which I call home. Please note that we also have Sally’s Hut which is her sacred space, a gazebo called the Hermitage, and a Tool Shed. We have no garage - another useless space normally used to collect crap. Our cars have to fend for themselves during the winter. Our home is small compared to normal houses, being a one room house with a loft and absolutely no basement. God, I see no point in basements. Their sole purpose is to be dank, moldy, and prone to flooding.
When I lived in West Allis, my three sons, my wife at the time (known now as “Previous Tenant”) lived in a nice enough house that had a basement, a Main Floor, and UpStairs. I constantly felt out of control there. My sons could be in any one of these floors and if the house was on fire I would have to pick one and hope the other two got out on their own. But, as far as I know the place is still there and my sons survived the endemic threat.
Now back to the present. As it happened my beloved Sally saw another option for my Bunkhouse!! We could use it as a guest house for each son when he comes up. (Separately, of course) That way my son and his family could get away from their father and their father could get away from them.
And Sally’s brilliance worked flawlessly this August. First came my first born, Jake. I did not piss him off. He is the one that I am most effective at irritating.
Second came my youngest, Sam and his twins aged 12. I work well there because he is the one most like me, so that wasn’t much of a challenge. Let it be known that I did not eat the fresh caught crawdads that he and Anton captured.
Yum.
Next came my second son, Joe and his wife on their third annual trip to the Chequamegon. Joe is just way too nice. But the old man saved the day by introducing Cindy to South Twin Lake. She had never had an entire lake to herself not for just one hour; not just for one day; but for 2 complete perfect days as only August in the Chequamegon can be.
All told a Success.
The Bunkhouse
