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When we moved into the little farm house on 10th we didn't quite know what to do with all this land. We knew we wanted open space, garden space, trees, a green house & a grey-water system, and a hot tub.
Now in the olden days of moving in we had the milk cooling vat hooked up to a solar system for heating it. It worked fantastic 4 months out of the year when the days were hot enough to heat it and the night cool enough to enjoy it. We set it up in the middle of the yard and would streak naked (much to the dismay of our new Catholic Hispanic neighbors) from the house across the grass. They would stand at the fence shaking their heads laughing at the crazy white people.
A few months ago before the greenhouse frame went up Colby brought home a real hot tub, salvaged, working, & free.
What luck The Boy happens to be a hot tub expert with a little bartering and a little pity he is going to help Colby make the thing work for ME!
Okay not just for me but the last time the collective powers of the Brotherhood of Carpenters were summoned around here it was for the erecting of the stairs. After three weeks of climbing a ladder (freaky!!) to get to my bedroom it was well understood the three days of three men crammed together busting ass was for as they called it Misty's Stairs. So I think we can call this Misty's Hot Tub.... when Colby isn't listening.
the solar tub in the yard at our old house now our heat sink tub for the green house
What needed to happen was the green house had to go up, then a trench had to be dug. While he was at it Colby ran a trench for the water line to the garden too! Sweet.
My Father-in-Law is a Saint. He is always here helping out on days like these.