Battening the Hatches

I was awake early this morning to a bring sun and a rather mundane dream. I got out of bed and hauled some muck almost immediately. Then, after breakfast, I did some sawing on the pine log back in the woods with my chainsaw. Amazingly, it never runs down the batteries even if it is cloudy, which it was today by turns. I checked a few times but there was still lots of charge and lots of power flowing in.

I am leaving today, so I took some photos of the progress, and battened the hatches. The bugs are starting now, so if I want to get my bridge done before it is too miserable, I should begin. I really don’t mind wading though, and the creek is a good moat. It discourages visitors, though, even the ones I might want to visit.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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