Back when I lived in the Adirondacks two guys moved north and attempted to build a treehouse. They were nice enough guys, but their efforts were laughable. Selecting a dying elm and a healthy growing maple to anchor their endeavor between, those of us nearby watched all summer as they pounded nails into 2x4's every couple of inches; and one time, allowed themselves to be treed by a cow. But their heart was in a good place.
For me, they provoked an interest in tree houses, long forgotten until recently. Some can get pretty classy. Here's some stuff about them.
Rule Number One" Check your local zoning regulations. ...and even if building one is legal, sometimes you can run against a cantankerous town elder hellbent on tearing that treehouse down. So plan accordingly.
Out'n'About Tree Construction
to an upscale address [complete with pulleyed lifts] such as
Charles Prowell's in California.
I'll be going under the knife next week to correct a paresophageal hernia. That's where my stomach has, somehow, gotten lodged up in my chest, above the diaphragm and between the esophagus and the heart. I don't even want to think what might have caused it [Bruce would no doubt say from hauling too much firewood, but I'm not entertaining that possibility]
the stomach back into my lower portions. If this doesn't work, then it's time to shave off all my chest hairs. ...actually, I might want to do this in advance. The thought of a couple of prep nurses with dull bladed throw-away razors mowing my furry forefront does not seem appealing.Labels: health care, hernias, medical illustrations, paresophegeal hernia, Seward Hung




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