BAYFIELD INLET, CANADA DAY, 2012

 FRIDAY, JUNE 29, 2012

Special mattress delivery from Kingston. Sould have come up the Rideau Canal and turned left on the Trent-Severn. Take turns snoozing.

Mirror Lake. Just kidding. That's in Lake Placid.

No porters!

Al Fresco cooking.

Not Georgian Bay scallops.

CANADA DAYS

Stricker, you're coming in to low!!!

PAUL AND JOHN NEMY - LETS GET THE PARTY STARTED!

Just got some pictures back from my birthday party.

L-R
Rusty Kruty(went on to successful real estate career in St. Catharines), Frank Masotti(was salesman for Ferrell(Fonthill) Building Supplies), my Bro, also known as "The Helmeted One", Ryan(WHAT!) Shrier (son of Adam & Teresa, Hospital Computer Technician in GTA), me, and the big guy(???. I would write something silly but he might know me and he's probably still bigger than I am.)

Rosemary Culos. Rosemary's dad started Fonthill Concrete, which originally operated beside Fonthill Lumber.

L-R
????, Rosemary C., ???, Betty Kruty. Rusty Kruty Sr. was Dad's business associate.

Coca-Cola or Pepsi-Cola? No cola for my bro. 

The party gets formal. 

Betty Kruty

No we're not! Our shorts aren't matching.

The Culos' were are neighbours, the few that we had as there was not much in this rural part of Fonthill at the time.

Hum!

All these pictures were taken at our first home. It still stands today and serves as All Stars Eatery on Hwy. 20, in Fonthill (across from McDonald's*). Anyone can go hoist a pint and have some tapas in my old bedroom.

* There are over 33,000 McDonald's around the world in 118 countries.

BRINGING DOWN THE HOUSE.

Winston Churchill once wrote" we shape our buildings, thereafter they shape us".

Before (After the Mansard roof was removed. Before I painted the siding brown, the original colour was a popsicle banana yellow, as the band above the windows)

After.

 We have for twenty years remarked on how could it be possible for a building of such construction be in a place of such nature. Regardless of shag carpets, textured ceilings and the crushed velvet paintings. Regardless of the steel and tar, I  shall forever wonder in aw in the "delivery" of theses materials, respect and admire the quality of workmanship, try to picture the times Horst, his family and friends had at this most amazing spot. I shall hope we can do the same.

All or most of the columns, with possible height adjustments, will be incorporated in the new plan. Most likely as will the steel floor trusses.

The fireplace shall???

This passage is actually the kitchen window opened up.

Odds are the roof beam will be gone.

My main focus over the past two months has been on the demolition. I look forward to returning and calming seeing what we have and what might we do. For permit purposes, and for reasons of an ideal locate, the existing footprint will play very much in the the new cottage. I have told myself that the right thing to do would be to take this big pine down. We might push the floor plan out that way. So how about topping and building around it. A two story coat rack.

Kitchen and eating view?

Please keep an eye out for more:

- THREE BEARS AND A SNAKE. THE RATTLER: CHARMED I'M SURE.
- A not so DRAMATIC GEORGIAN BAY RESCUE: DOES CONCORDIA UNIVERSITY NEED     MORE HEADLINES?

BAYFIELD INLET, ONTARIO - ISS - HERE AM I SITTING IN A TIN CAN FAR ABOVE THE WORLD.

 Quite often I will for days look to the north, south, east and west, and not see anyone. Here I looked to the heavens and close to four hundred kilometers above passes either the International Space Station, with six souls aboard or the relatively new Chinese Tiangong 1 Space laboratory which was just successfully manned Tuesday. Hello.

Planet earth is blue,
and there's nothing I can do

Ursa Major.

SPRING INTO SUMMER

 This last piece of roof pretty much signifies that the toolroom is gone and done with. Started the toolroom in the spring and finished in summer. It at least seemed like it. 

BAYFIELD INLET, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20, 19:09 E.S.T., 2012

 SUMMER.

BAYFIELD INLET, SITE 9 LANDFILL, RON - DUMP POTION NO. 9

I find myself mindful of where I am and who I'm with when I blurt out,
"TIME TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH"
Excuse me?

I would like to think that one part of my life today is not much different than fifty years ago. Who doesn't like taking something apart or knocking something down. Probably just like fifty years ago, it's when and what you do with the pieces and parts that lay in front of you when you are done that separates the boys from boys, and the men from men. (It took me longer to restore the Healey than it was actually old)

Here I had more than one occasion where my calculations of falling this part of the roof or that section of wall proved perfect, but it was when the dust literally settled that I wondered what the ^&*# now.

Bringing the cottage down is one thing. Making it disappear! I tried to get hold of David Copperfield, but when I mentioned my intentions, POOF, he vanished!

I tidied up all the lumber and wood products. Not much reusable, but to heat the cabin, fuel the hot tub, burn a few smores, we are good for awhile.

I did burn a lot of odd residual material, but even that was limited as most of the time during this demolition, a fire ban was on. Timmins was close to going up in smoke.

The steel siding and misc metal products will be boated to the marina, hauled to Parry Sound where I will get .06/lb for my efforts. I plan on spending my takings ALL at once. Like some gold miner hauling himself out of some gulch in the Klondike, paddling down the mighty Yukon into Dawson City. Bee line to the Can Can show at Diamond Tooth Gerttys. Reckless abandon. I'm thinking more like Dairy Queen. Peanut Buster parfaits and keep them coming.

The rest is mostly a sad story. Sad for me. Not for the garbage. Tar, shingles, insulation, glass...... had to be %^&* packaged, ^%$# into the boat, chugged down the inlet, then I would loose one half hour at the marina explaining to people that no unscheduled disaster had befallen us, unload *@(% from boat into &*@# trailer and then hit the highway to Landfill Site #9. I know my way back to the marina, so I try not to leave a trail of  crumbs.

Ron

 It's maybe because I have gone some periods where I don't see anyone, let lone have a conversation with someone other than on the phone, that I have taken a liking to Ron, the dump guy. There aren't many people who I call my buddy, but Ron is one of them. He's a buddy kind of guy. We talk garbage. The REAL truth of recycling. I tell him all about the Grimsby Landfill. He gives me a break on tipping fees because, "the working guy already pays enough taxes". My favourites are the stories  about the seven thousand volt electric fence. We are in bear country, but you have to love stupid humans. A Redneck drives up to a dump, ...................