We spent some time at the Shack yesterday. L is having a momentary crisis of confidence in his own judgement, but I'm ok. The cellar is scarier than we first thought, but I think the thing to do is take a deep breath and do nothing for a while.
We discovered a stash of 2 dozen or so coffin-sized wooden boxes in the barn, each containing a large model of some industrial machinery. They were once on display at the Montreal Museum of Modern Art, and are destined to turn to compost with the rest of the barn, unless we recycle the plywood. The soon-to-be-former owner of the property is the artist.
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