"When the Oakies left Oklahoma and moved to California, it raised the I.Q. of both states." - Will Rogers

Today was #65, a landmark birthday courtesy of the Federal Govt. and their decision to make us Medicare eligible at that random age. It was mostly an ordinary day except for lunch at Our Daily Bread. That's a restaurant in Veneta located in a repurposed church. The name is a holdover from the days between church and restaurant when it was a boutique bakery.

I had a sandwich and a cup of borscht. I didn't know what that was so looked it up on Wikipedia on my phone. Now I don't know why they call that soup a borscht because it doesn't have beets in it. The waiter didn't know, either. But he was spot-on when he said my complimentary piece of pie a'la mode would be good. Blackberry, blueberry, and rhubarb.

We won't have boots on the ground in Syria. They're being issued camo slippers.
"Read my lips..."

I've decided not to join that CrossFit gym in Eugene. It's a 25-minute drive in, a 50-minute workout, and then the drive home. If I do the Boot Camp session that means leaving the house at 4:30 a.m.. Add those factors together, add in the cost of membership and gas, and as much as I think it would be good for my body,the hit on the budget and schedule outweigh that benefit.
There's a small gym in Veneta with the classic machines and a collection of free weights that's much cheaper. I'll go in to see them tomorrow to find out if I can do there what I did at the Sun City rec center. If so it will be a much better option in every regard.

I took the truck battery back to O'Reilly's this afternoon on the way home from lunch and got a replacement. Now we hope that was the issue and not a short in the truck's wiring.
And when we got home I ran an extension cord out to Barnette and used 2x6's to make three concrete forms that will be part of Fred's new foundation. Eventually Fred will get jacked up, the bad pier blocks removed, and these cement-filled forms put in their place. But we've got a major rain storm moving through over the next 48 hours with something over 1" of precip coming, so I'll be doing inside projects until late Monday or Tuesday.

Driving home from Junction City yesterday I told Pam I just can't settle on a look for Fred's interior. I think about different looks and nothing feels right.

• Corrugated metal roofing as a wainscoting, painted drywall above that, pine T&G ceiling, can lights, vinyl flooring... Naw. Too industrial and reminiscent of Chipotle's
• Pine T&G ceiling, drywall walls, vinyl flooring, lots of wood trim... Naw, too bland
• Note: in any scenario the floor will be vinyl because it will be a dirt path from MoHo to Fred. Anything else would get trashed and be too hard to clean. But vinyl comes in so many great options that it can look like ceramic tile, wood, retro, or anything in between. 

Then last night I got an email a local old-timer who delivers dry, split firewood. I called him to get a price and learn about options. In the course of our conversation I mentioned we'd be building a tiny house and he told me about the cabins he builds. "Please send me info." Two weeks later this arrived:

He goes by the name Pony, is something of a local legend, and, like Dave at the coffee shop, has a saw that turns logs into boards. Click on that pic and you'll see those are red cedar boards cut from long logs with the irregular edges of an untrimmed outer edge. 

I'm thinking cedar boards trimmed four sides, laid horizontally with a 1/16" gap to replicate the look of shiplap. Semi-gloss varnish. That as wainscoting with drywall above painted cream colored. Clear pine T&G ceiling and more cedar for trim around windows & doors. 

I think this works.