Ok, so I clearly wasn't alive when Mount St. Helens blew its lid in May of 1980; but that doesn't mean that I haven't had some adventures of my own with the eruption's aftermath! I spent this Labor Day with my mother, working on some improvements to the front porch celing; prepping it for some new tongue-and-groove Cedar boards, new lights, and even speakers. But before any of the new... we need to get rid of the old...

My 115-year old house is getting a bit of a face lift. Well... Something like that.