May 6 — Morning
The day started with daylight at 5:30. Summer is showing itself now. Corner planters can wait until the 16th, but the work doesn’t stop. Pine birdhouses, photos, templates, CNC, and the website all still move the tide.
This year isn’t about forcing money. It’s about getting the flow started.
May 6 — 6:43 AM
I don’t find work. I create work.
Pine for birdhouses. Photos for the site. Contributors starting to line up. Above The Rock from the air, photographers from the shore, puffincove in the middle keeping the light on.
This year isn’t about forcing money. It’s about getting the tide moving.
The old shed is full of Dad’s years and some of mine too. Tools, Skidoo parts, motors, old snowshoes with the lacing chewed by a squirrel. It’s not all junk. Some of it is memory. Some of it is useful. Some of it is just time gone by. We won’t save everything, but we’ll save the story.
Some people look at an old shed and see junk.
I look at it and see where I came from.
Old tools. Skidoo parts. Motors from the 70s. Snowshoes with the lacing chewed off by a squirrel.
It’s a gong show, yes. But it’s also memory.
Not everything can be saved. But the story can.
Not Pretty, But Real
Things are shaping up for puffincove. Not in a showroom way. In a real way. A CNC needing a home, a family place full of old tools and memories, and enough room to start cutting. It may not be pretty yet, but it’s honest. And honest is where good things start.
The Place That Raised Me
Before the garden became crowded with tools, tarps, parts, and years, it was the place that raised me.
The little mountain seemed bigger then. The river was only five minutes away, clear enough to see the bottom, with rainbow trout up to twelve pounds and salmon running through our swimming holes.
We swam there. We fished there. A few came home with us too. lol
Looking at it now, I don’t just see a mess to clean. I see the ground that made me who I am.
Talked to Dad about the garage. He said he’s going to sell things and next week he’ll start. That’s a big step. Mid-May brings warmer weather, and maybe that’s the time to begin — not by throwing everything away, but by finding the good stuff, sorting it proper, and making room for what comes next.
Fairytale Huts Someday
Looking at the old boards and weathered clapboard, I can see where this could go. Maybe next year: little fairytale huts for grown-ups. Not fake, not plastic, not store-bought rustic. Real weathered wood, lantern glow, and the feeling of a place you’d want to disappear into for a while.
Material Language
Vinegar and steel wool, old clapboard green, touches of red, weathered boards from wherever I can find them. Puffincove will have its own look — not painted new, but worn into character. Someday people might call before throwing old wood away, and that’s when the stories start coming to me.
Claiming Old Boards
Went around the garden claiming old weathered boards. Not perfect boards — better than that. Knots, cracks, nail marks, grey grain, and damage with a story. Anybody can do straight. Puffincove starts where the wood has already lived.
First Jog Goal
Going for the heart of the CNC today. If I can get it jogging, I’ll be happy. The first real cut can wait for a rainy day. Today is just about seeing the machine wake up and move because I told it to.
Break Time
Almost noon. Wind blowing, coffee on the CNC base, wires run, old boards claimed, and the machine getting close to waking up. Some days don’t look like progress from the outside, but deep down you can feel the tide starting to move.
I Needed This
Maybe Puffincove isn’t just something I’m building. Maybe it’s something that helped rebuild me too. I needed something to wake up for again — stories, wood, ideas, memories, and a reason to keep moving forward. Turns out the light I was trying to keep on might have been my own too.
Calling It a Day
Up since 3:30. Time to eat, tidy up a little, file some photos and stories from the phone, and call it a day. The CNC is getting close, the old wood found purpose, and Puffincove feels more real tonight than it did this morning. That’s enough for one tide.
May 6 — Evening Thought
This is going to be a good year. There’s enough work to keep me busy, enough ideas to carry me forward, and enough old memories in the tools to remind me who I was before life slowed me down. Now the work is coming back, one piece at a time. — Evening Thought
May 6 — 7:15 PM
All picked up for tonight. Once the small workshop is set up in the garage, I won’t have to break out and pick up tools every time. Just a little tidy, leave the work where it belongs, and come back to it the next day.
This is what goes through my mind daily: ideas, work, jigs, products, stories, and the path of least resistance. Not the lazy way — the smart way. The way experience finds after years of building, fixing, adjusting, and keeping the job moving.
I’m so happy my sister said I can use the shed. That one thing moved the plan 100 steps forward. It gives the work a place to live — tools, jigs, wood, half-finished pieces, winter projects, and the small Puffincove systems that will grow over time.