Day Three Hundred Thirteen 2013

One of our upstairs bedrooms [guess it’s a good thing daughter Kelly doesn’t live here anymore] has temporarily become my hubs Neil’s RC airplane hangar. He is emptying out his shed [man cave] that houses all manner of guy stuff ~ tools and woodworking thingies and airplane paraphernalia, plus a whole lot of junk we’ve held on to that should’ve been tossed out decades ago, not to mention critters that believe it’s a nifty place to call home. He built the shed back in the eighties [I think] using wood from an old barn somebody let him take apart and haul off. The shed looks like a barn and was pretty neat back then. But time and termites and critters have taken their toll, and it has become a hazard to be inside it. The floor has caved in where Neil stands in various spots when he’s working on his planes, and the ceiling beams are starting to bow. So it’s going to come down soon and will be replaced with a brand new and much larger building that he’s going to order from a local dealer. In the meantime, the planes [and this isn’t even all of them] are snug as a [temporary] bug in a rug.

Day Two Hundred Sixty Seven 2013

My hubs Neil is heavy into radio controlled airplanes ~ building, flying, crashing, repairing, embellishing. He recently finished installing all these colorful lights on one of his smaller planes. He enjoys night flying, and his planes can be seen from the interstate since the flying field is nearby. It’s pretty cool and more fun than grown men should be allowed to have.

Day Forty Two 2013

Hubby Neil loves radio controlled airplanes. Building, flying, crashing (well, he doesn’t love that part) and repairing them. He claims it’s a hobby. I believe it’s an obsession. Why else would there be one sitting in a room upstairs, in various stages of construction. It’s winter. Too cold to be building a plane outside. Truth be told, his man cave, also known as his airplane hanger, is already full and is too small to turn around in anymore, much less build an RC plane with a wingspan of about six feet. I only hope he can get the thing back down the stairs and out the door when he’s finally finished with it.