I arrived on the land late today, since I spent part of my day working on A Million Castaways. Carol found a typo, some lay/laid errors, a whom problem, and the most damning, an allusion where there should have been an illusion. I repaired those problems and reuploaded, and so didn’t have time to work on my blog. Therefore this will all be out of date if and when anyone finds it.
Once I was down, I drove to see my potter friend who has had a bad winter, and I may go back there to do some more cutting of pine logs. I went there last year and cut three logs into slabs and thick timbers. They are now in my pallet shed waiting whatever project I might want. I should go back there on Wed maybe, on my way to town. Once I finished talking to her I went on to Millville and interrupted a family dinner. I uploaded the smashing pumpkin video Miriam and I had made and hung out with the family a bit. I left there late, around nine-thirty, so it was late when I shouldered one pack, and balanced my laundry pack on two stacks of the tongue and groove cedar boards as I carried the load into the bush. It was heavy for being so late, but I could still see the trail and soon I was home and the groceries were packed away.
The cabin is eighteen degrees so I won’t bother with a fire. I’m tired too, although I wasn’t up that late. I talked to Jackie a bit last night, and had lunch with Andrea today, so that interaction, combined with that of my other friends, is lots. Now I will be alone for six days again, until I leave the bush again.
There were no bugs tonight, so I will take advantage of that to get some work done here. I need to put in the entire garden, and then protect it as best I can from slugs, rabbits, and possibly deer, although I’ve never had deer in the yard. Time is going swiftly, almost a quarter of my time here is already gone. And I’ve done little writing.
