On Monday night, for the price of nothing, we emptied our pantry of forgotten graham crackers and wrinkled marshmallows. We dumped a medley of cereal into small bowls. And sampled pretzel sticks we hadn’t seen for months.
We had no blue print in mind. No template, either.
Just a glue gun and an overwhelming desire to use it. On something.
At which time we got busy framing our crumbling crackers…
Adding a chimney and a walkway.
A second floor.
And a porch.
We didn’t worry about structure soundness.
Or lopsided snowfall.
It just made sense to build.
No matter the outcome.