Crow's nest

Realizing one's dreams can sometimes be a little troubling. In the past two days, the windows on the prow of the Swamp Castle were installed and the floor of the crow's nest was built. For the first time, I climbed up into the crow's nest and looked at the view.

Well, I had built the thing so high that when you stand up, your head is above the window and you see nothing. I had sort of imagined surveying my domain with my guests, one hand on the railing, the other pointing off into the distance describing future projects.

That won't happen. However, I put the crow's nest up high for a reason. I wanted it to be cozy, against the ceiling, with a view while seated. Dad was out there at the house with me. Jeff and Dean brought up a couple of lawn chairs. We sat down. It seemed perfect. The view was spectacular.

Plus, because the crow's nest is so close to the peak of the roof, we will be able to have a couple of book shelves hanging from the ceiling.

Now the debate is how to make it safe, yet functional. We will have a railing along the sides. I ordered the steel rod for the railing yesterday. However, putting a railing on the front of the crow's next would obstruct the view.

Between the floor of the crow's nest and the window is a two-foot gap. If you fall out, it is sixteen feet down to the floor. Yet, one of the delights of the crow's nest, I would think, would be sitting with one's legs dangling over the abyss, as if you are on the end of a dock--for that is what the catwalk and the crow's nest amounts to--a dock, protruding into the prow of the house instead of into a lake.

So, our collective wheels will be turning on that vital matter for a couple of weeks. What a life, worrying about things like crow's nests. I feel like a kid who gets to build fort to end all forts. I suppose that is what housebuilding is, anyway.