Oh my, the adventures continue. Now your favorite crew of Moe's have begun the potentially life altering task of setting the roof atop its perch. At the end of last week we were measuring for height, angle, and board length using the most technologically advanced methods. None of us, including the genius who is penning this page, could remember the basics of triangles and had no clue how to measure on paper the length of all sides of a triangle. A serious brain/soul searching was undertaken to no avail and it was realized that the years of schooling had accomplished little toward the general intelligence. Instead life and limb were threatened as the elders of our team hoisted themselves atop the roof to "measure it in nature" as Wiesiek termed it. During that time I raced to the beloved internet to rediscover basic triangle math and by the time I had an answer the "in nature" values changed everything and totally different lengths were calculated. The first pictures of the new album on Lovable Quirks will show the work done to calculate each of our lengths (Keep your mind on the prize Aran).

Yesterday the first steps were taken to set the beams acquired into position with Jurek(also termed Jureczku(cute little Jurek), szlimaczku(little snail), or gigi stolarz(baby carpenter)) and I charged with holding the barbaric planks in place. The wind it was a blowin' and after some time it was realized that the snail and I were pushing in opposite directions causing intense agony in each of my few strong bits. I spent my early years with a fairly intense fear of heights and despite recent gains and jumps from Slovenian bridges the challenge remains and when death and glory presented itself, it was nearly underbritches soiling time. Every time the wind began to blow our beam attempted the death dive and I scrambled like a new mother with her infant child to hold on. I realized only at the end that the beloved gigi stolarz had two nails holding his end in place resulting in an exultingly relaxed tone on his part. His constant smiles had me ready to hurl a hammer or hammers of varying sizes at his forehead as I struggled to hold on to beam and the potential for future offspring. Needless to say today, as in five minutes from now, the journey continues of roof top fun. Eleven more sets are to be cut and placed atop no doubt with yours truly grasping for dear life to each glorious one. Depending on the ferocity of the task the next post my come in short time. We shall see.

Ok, as I said there is no more time. I must don my foul attire and prepare myself for the onslaught. Take a look at the new album on Lovable Quirks.

Goodness gracious. These days it seems my energy level is never sufficient for posting, for emails, calls home and of course the barbaric enterprise being undertaken in the back yard. I feel that I am always trying to catch up and am unable to muster the necessary whats-its to accomplish that task. Here now I desire in many a sizzling sentence to fill-in on the goings on of the past few and have nair the brainpower. I have climbed my peaks, experienced hours of soiling, wiled away a few in Poland's capital and now returned here for some rooftop woodwork. If you can believe it, a week and a half ago I was ankle deep in snow at the base of a Tatra mountain trail. A lament to you poor sods in Phoenix still experiencing 40 plus degrees and bottom scorching asphalt. The journey to the mountains ended up being more of a wall to wall layabout session instead of the fiercesome climbing slash cacophonic yodelling session that it was intended to be. The excessive amount of rainfall/snowfall on one occasion left yours truly wetter than a fish's wet bits and none to thrilled to attempt another trail under such conditions. Only once did we hit mountain top, at least all together (on the snow filled day half our group headed up for a premium wetness experience). Us Bojano lads- myself, Wiesiek, Jonathon, and Tymek- preferred to spend the wetter days watching the brain box as we have had our fill lately of outdoor activity. We did occasionaly pop our head out from our mountain lodge (sounds fabulously rich and incredibly saucy to stay in one of those) but only for mealtimes and the guaranteed-short-distance-stroll. Unfortunately our layabout ways inspired such behavior in many of the troops and on more than one occasion the loaded eyebrow was raised by one of our senior compadres. The upshot of all that lazing about was plenty of time for relationship and important father-son time for those that had 'em. I for the first time in my life shared in a group the story of my life and the life altering experience of God's unconditional love through Jesus. It was a pleasure to share how true love returned life to my heart and for myself to be reminded of the miraculous changes God accomplished in my life. Journeys should always be weighed in relationship, not in quantity and breadth of activity. As such our week in the mountains was an incredible time.

Following that adventure Wiesiek and his lads headed to Austria and I with the rest of the gang to Warsaw to spend a few days with my good friend Darek(of Croatia trip, Polish teaching, previous time in Warsaw fame) and his wife and children. 'Twas unfortunately a short visit but in the midst of many a week adjusting to the life of a full time construction worker it was a sweet refreshment. In the midst of Poland's massive capital their home is a place of peace and a place that I can truly feel at home. Whether spending hours fine tuning my language acquisition, playing games together(Darek wished to call out numbers in English and much of the time was spent attempting to teach the "th" sound only to incur a slobber fest from many angles), or helping Asia as she prepares for the birth of their fourth baby in only a few weeks. That baby is so blessed that it will be born into such an environment whose source is Christ's unending love. One final experience must be shared from this time. On the Sunday of my visit we went to visit Asia's family. After a marvelous meal they wished to show me the land that they purchased there and asked if I wanted to join Jacob on the moped for the short journey. The moment we left the driveway and hit the road on that beast it was nearly death-no-glory time for one poor nun in thick spectacles. The moped immediately went into a swerve and headed straight for the old girl in a way that made it difficult for her to choose an escape route. I was ready to leap off, come what may to the ol' crotch, but somehow Kuba got our weapon righted only a metre from its intended victim. The thick spectacled, grey costumed nun cast a glance our way that could melt lead and asked why we intended to end her existence. I am not sure what was said in response but the scene was quickly departed to allow the nun a return to her methodical walk toward the church. Thankfully the remainder of our venture on the homicidal moped went as smoothly as such should be.

So week in the mountains, few days in the nation's capital, and back to work now with our sights set upwards to ceilings and rooves and the acquisition of water proof work britches as each of us these days walks around with permanent wet spots on our lower regions. 'Tis now a few minutes to nine which means a quick dress up and out for the day. Otherwise my goose will surely be cooked, no reference of course to "el jefe" Pan Gonska, I wouldn't dream of it. More to come of further opportunities for yours truly to mangle his limbs. Take a look at the new and hopefully self explanatory albums on Lovable Quirks.

Time is short on this fine day as yours truly is off come morn with Wiesiek, Jonathan, and Timothy to the Polish Tatra mountains in the south for five days. We will meet there with Darek and Jacob from Warsaw for some peak scaling extraveganzas. For now there are new pictures up of the continued lazing around in the back yard and throwing up planks of wood as time allows. Also a few of some late night glow-stick-in-front-of-camera adventures for your stupendous ostentatious visual feast. I haven't the clock ticks now but later in the week will post pictures of the incredible feats of this day, namely placing the roof beams atop their perch. So until the next post and the continued adventures of cesspools springing leaks, Goose feathers flying to and fro to and fro (are favorite water fowel shall be returning whilst we are away), the heavy handed use of the "argument"(our name for the sledge hammer), and general mayhem involving half clad and facial hair promoting lads prancing about atop scaffolding, let each and all of the bed bugs bite.

One last 'un. Take a look at this vid from the ancient style mill that we summoned to do a number on some of our wood. How often to see a saw like this