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.

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Cedar Cladding

It was rainy most of today, so I dug some more on the hole which will become a pond, and then read a while andIMG_8067_small then put up cedar until I ran out of the cedar boards I have here.  It was too wet to make a trip to the pallet shed, since the cedar would be wet when I came back, but I have nearly finished the gable end.

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The Lumberyard

I’ve been checking the asparagus regularly for slugs and although I found one on a sprout, and two on their way there, so far the plants seem to be OK. I checked this morning as well, and with the sun gradually coming out, it is drying too much for slugs. I did some planting today. I planted basil, beets, peas in the IMG_8059_smallwindow boxes, and some zucchini to start inside. I have some potatoes sprouting that I bought from the grocer, and I am going to plant some of them too. My garden is not really ready but it is getting warm out now, although it supposedly is going down to freezing tonight. I did a fair amount of greenhouse work today, and then broke my muck shovel prying at sods, so I spent some of my morning making a handle for it.

Once that was done, and the sun was bright, I strung my two main extension cords past the crapper to two downed pine logs. I’ve used the rest of the tree, but I left those logs there as too heavy to move. Now I took my time, so I wouldn’t set off the circuit breaker, and cut two slices out of one of the logs. The IMG_8053_smallother I lifted up on pieces of wood to dry out. It’s amazing to use solar power back in the woods. It’s a real proof of the technology. It took a long time to make the cuts, since I can only saw for five or ten seconds at a time. I may take the circuit breaker out of the loop, since it only clicks over when I run for a length of time rather than pull too much power. I would still have the 30 amp breaker for the AC line, but nothing to protect the inverter.

Once I finished working on the logs for the night, since the sun was declining and I didn’t want to run down my batteries, I went to the small creek by the swamp with my new shovel handle and pulled out some sods to build up the trail and to widen the creek. There is a lot of clay there too, so I might make use of that when I build the fire pit up into a platform with a stovepipe.

I brought back two buckets of muck for the greenhouse and now it smells like swamp in there, but hopefully the soil with prove to be to the plants liking. It seems a bit heavy with clay to me. Tomorrow I can plant my lettuce, since that is something that can live in the greenhouse all summer and I can continue to eat from it.

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Hauling Muck

It is exactly a month since I left Winnipeg and I spent the day shoveling soil and cutting cedar for the inside work in the new part.

It rained at least half the day and was damp the rest of it. I thought at first that I would spend it inside working on the new part, but I was distracted by the muck, first of all, so I brought two buckets from the creek, and then the pond which was filling from the overflow hose I’d set up last night. There I picked and shoveled until I had made a considerable dent in the work that remains. It was misting while I worked, but I was warm through labour.

When I came back inside I worked on the cedar, and finished the south western corner of the new part. Then I put up a shelf and turned my mind to the gable end. I’ve gone through quite a bit of my cedar, at least that which I’d brought in from the pallet shed, and the gable end is about a quarter done. It’s a good job in the damp, since it gets really hot near the roof when it’s sunny.

While I was working, a yellow warbler of some type, banged into my porch window. I keep the windows dirty on purpose and I OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthought since I’d had so few birds hitting them that none would. I saw him sitting on the ground looking pretty stunned, and I kept an eye on him as he got himself together and after over an hour, I happened to be watching when he flew away. I’m glad it didn’t kill him. I didn’t move out here for the summer to set up bird traps.

I think the ice has finally melted under my fridge. I’ve kept it over a hole where it had been dug in last year which was ice-filled when I arrived, and I kept snow up against it, and the ice has remained although I’ve done little to help other than wrap a few feed bags around the fridge. That’s helped to keep my fridge temperature around five degrees, although that will no doubt change now. I’m going to dig another hole this time which doesn’t fill so easily with water when the ground is saturated.

I built a fire in the stove this evening to warm the cabin and cooked the beet greens Carol gave me, mixed with onion, ground round, and a tofu sausage. It was a good hearty meal, although I’ve been eating little enough during the day. I’ve gone back to my habit of eating twice in a day.

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Working in the Bush

I spent most of today thinking it was Friday, and wondered at the Saturday programming on CBC. I was finally corrected again by CBC, when the weather mentioned the day. In any event, it makes little difference here. My first priority today was getting the asparagus in the ground, so I made a trip to the creek right after breakfast, and made a sling so I could carry the fifty pounds or so of dirt and roots. I made frequent stops to rest, which is nice since the bugs haven’t started yet. I could sit on the ground and lean against a tree and let my breathing normalize and wait until I felt up for carrying the bucket again.

Once it was here I dug up what used to be rhubarb which I’d buried in too wet a spot with too little nutrient. I dug the hold deeper and then filled it with muck from the swamp, which took six or seven trips. Then I plopped the two root balls onto the mud OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand poured mud around them before I covered the beginning sprouts with chicken wire. I broke one sprout so I ate it and it was every bit as tasty as I’d expected. I will likely never cook them, they are so good raw. Hopefully the plant takes. I imagine the rabbits will find it irresistible, so I will need to keep it covered. I will let it grow up and flower for a couple of years, to settle in, and then I might pick some.

I hauled another bucket for the garden, then bottled a small cluster of frog’s eggs so I can keep an eye on their development. While I was near the swamp I saw a red breasted evening grosbeak. Pity I didn’t have my camera. It would have been a great picture.

The rest of the day was steady with projects. I dug more on the pond, put another support under the workshop overhang, pieced together an overflow garden hose to the pond from the back roof big barrel, set up the two window boxes from Mike and Carol on the front of the greenhouse, fixed the leak in the hot water pipe for the shower, and got the hot water tap working in the sink. I also hung some hangers in the workshop, since I was there anyway.

It is now evening and I have eaten dinner and taken a much appreciated shower. Today was likely the last day without bugs, so I spent most of it in shorts with no shirt on, and now my back is burned a bit. As I was shoveling the pond this evening, the bugs started to come around, so the great month of bug free time is drawing to a close. After I was done with the pond, I saw that it had already attracted a blue jay, who had flown into the puddle at bottom. I have yet to work on the bridge. I might work on that after the long weekend, when I know I won’t be interrupted by people fishing. It is supposed to rain tomorrow, so maybe I will work on the cedar cladding. I will cannibalize some fibreglass pink insulation from upstairs and that will keep me going for quite a while.

I am tired from today. I had thought to work on writing up my dream from last night about two siblings traveling with a rabbit in a kind of caravan, but it has faded and my mind is dulled.

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Gaming the Luck System

Many people believe in luck, and at nearly any moment you can see them jumping across raging torrents or betting in cascinos. What they believe in is difficult to define. Some, certainly, believe that they have some integral luckily component of their personality. Many, however, try to game the system to their advantage.

For instance, my friend told me about a mother-in-law from China who refused to admit her grandson was both on the fourteenth of the month. Four is an unlucky number because its audio signifier is similar to the audio signifier for death in Chinese. This chance similarity has gone to the root of this quite superstitious culture, and that combined with a prevalent belief in numerology, leads to fears about numbers. How the grandmother copes with this situation is to demand that the child is born, or at least to only celebrate the birth, on the thirteenth, which is a lucky number.

The implications of this are astounding. Somehow the grandmother believes in this ubiquitous force which is luck, but does not grant this power the ability to see through such facile subterfuge. Similarly, in South East Asia the pinky finger which is longer than the last joint on the ring finger indicates a lucky and prosperous person. Many people, missing the advantage of finger length in the race of life, game the system by growing their pinky fingernail longer, as if luck, which is so concerned about the exact length, won’t notice the finger is not actually of lucky length.

I was talking to my religious friend about this and she agreed the superstitions were silly and that luck, even if it did exist, was likely not a system that could be gamed. This was all well and good until I mentioned that prayer is another one of these systems. Presumably, in her system, if she follows the dominant view of god, then god is omniscient and omnipotent. Therefore, whatever god has done, which is theoretically everything, is a deliberate choice. To attempt to call his attention to the event, to attempt to get god to change his mind about something he has done, such as killing millions in a famine or giving your child cancer, has equally astounding implications.

The person who is praying for their child to live, is either presuming that god made a mistake when he made the original decision to kill their child, and needs to be reminded of that so he can change it, or that it was god’s deliberate action, undertaken for whatever desperate and bizarre reasons, and that the parent’s prayer can force god’s hand. This view of god, as a being who can be either reminded of a mistake or coerced or made to respond to begging, is not really the version the person gives lip service to believing in. If god knows what he is doing, then you accept all he has done and there is no reason to pray at all.

My friend says she prays sometimes to thank god. I told her there was no reason to, since he was going to do what he wants anyway, and it presumably is for the best regardless of your personal suffering of the misery of millions, so prayer would surely be redundant. It merely reminds god that he is on the right track, a reminder he surely does not need. Of course that is not why people pray. They are trying to game a system stacked against them, to prevail upon the intransigent and faceless fates to spare them this one time. They are a grandmother desperately hoping that luck is distracted by her blatant lies about the birthdate, the people with long fingernails curling their hands to luck can’t see how long their fingers are, and finally, someone wailing to the indifferent sky in order to call down another fate.

Sadly, this represents all of us more than we’d like to admit. To build your house more solidly than needed is to make a similar appeal, albeit a more tangible one, that the earthquake won’t flatten your house. Even the rationalist must cope with the indifferent sky and the sudden unforeseen calamity, although they reach for tools rather than magic. Both groups differ about the efficacy of their choice, although the importance of design and construction technique are on their surface easier to gauge their effectiveness.

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Going Back to the Bush

I went to sleep after four-thirty in the morning, so rising at ten wasn’t easy. I had contacted Andrea to meet her for lunch but she is not available until next week so we set a date for Thursday.

It was nice to have a long chat with Carol today, and although I was doing some editing for a friend, we covered a series of topics. Mike and Carol are good friends.

I left for Millville after four in the afternoon and I’d finished my editing, and soon I was visiting with Dennis and Kim’s daughters while Dennis helped his parents and Kim worked in the basement. Miriam and I went to pick up Dennis and used the moment to find and then dig up two asparagus plants at his parent’s place that his mum said I could have. Once we located them, and dug deep to get them, we were on our way back to Dennis’ and Miriam and I smashed old squash for the seeds. I should have a few plants going soon. I should plant a bunch tomorrow, after I deal with the asparagus. I left the heavy bucket with the biggest root by the creek, since it was dark when I arrived and I can go get it tomorrow. I think I will plant them where the mosquito larvae are, after building up the pool with muck. That will give them lots of water and hopefully they grow well there.

I checked the water when I arrived and the solar shower was still warm although the greenhouse was cooling so I took a shower. It is so comfortable in the cabin now. I wonder if that is just my perception because I was accustomed to much rougher circumstances, or it is actually more comfortable.

The cabin is twenty-one degrees now, as I write this and I have stashed my food, saving my appetite for tomorrow. I am nearly ready to write about how people try to game the luck system.

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Leaving the Bush

I did some work this morning, while debating whether to try to get to Fredericton again. I worked on the cedar cladding in the new part and then hauled muck and widened and deepened the creek by the swamp. It is perhaps inadvisable to modify a watercourse, but that one is hardly natural. It is the wheel tracks of the skidder from when it was a tote road. I am trying to make the water dig a bit deeper and in that way not erode so much of the bank so crossing the stream might be easier and I might even be able to use it to generate some power.

After I hauled muck for the garden, which is starting to wear, I noticed some mosquito larvae in a pool near my trail. I debated how to deal with them. First I scooped up some water with mosquito larvae in it so I could see how quickly they mature. Then I thought to pour detergent on the pool, which prevents them from breathing. I don’t want to cover my land with toxins though, even if I use biodegradeable soap. Instead, as I was returning with a bucket for some more muck, it occurred to me to scoop up the water with larvae and throw it into the dryer leaves. They will dry out without immersion in water. Once I was finished with those tasks, I thought I should try the road again. This weekend is Victoria Day weekend, and I don’t like to be around on holidays, since cops are on the outlook for drunks and my friends are usually busy anyway. I have nothing to fear from the cops, but I really hate dealing with them, with their superior and power-hungry attitude and their assumption of your guilt.

I thought the rough pile of mud would have dried by now so I packed and drove over my increasingly rough road. Luckily, some trucks have packed some of the pile, and even rutted it, so I was able to get a run for it and skitter through, scraping a couple of times. I had brought boots and a shovel just in case, but the car was fine.

I had sixty emails to deal with in Millville, but I first set about emailed those I had promised to talk to last night. I lined up tonight with Ann for dinner, and I’d brought her some fiddleheads, although I’d eaten the ones I’d picked for Mike and Carol when I couldn’t get out of the bush.

Ann and I had a great evening but I never heard back from Colleen and Tara. Luckily, Eileen was easier to contact and we had a great talk that must have lasted for over three and a half hours. We really range from topic to topic and she is really interesting. I think one of the things I like the most about her is her unconventionality. She seeks those elements of her personality, seemingly, that encourage a fresh view of the world. Her mind is lively and creative and that is expressed in her tone, content of her conversation, and interests. She is a delightful woman I am so happy to have met and I am gratified that she will give me some of her precious time.

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Stuck in the Bush

Today I was meant to leave the bush. I had a number of plans, such as dinner with Ann, calling Tara and talking to my Leens. Unfortunately, those plans were put on hold.

It was still rainy this morning, and I slept in and then lay in bed until ten. Once I was up, I ate my breakfast, set up the cabin for leaving and then packed my two containers of fiddleheads, one for Ann and the other for Mike and Carol.

I wore shorts although it is chilly, because of ease of crossing the creek. Once I was in the car and blithely going to the main road, remarking to myself about the effect of the rain on the road, I was stopped when I was nearly to the main road by a giant pile of wet gravel someone had dumped where there is usually a wet spot. Someone, likely the department of transport, thought it would improve the road to make it impassable. If I had a truck, I could IMG_8047_smallhave likely tried it, and if I was desperate, I would have got a run for it and slithered through, hoping not to get stuck.

Likely that would have torn apart my exhaust though, so I turned and came back to the cabin. I need to wait for the road to dry and for a few people with trucks to flatten it out. If they merely make huge ruts, which is possible, I will be stuck here for even longer. Luckily, I have lots of food and since I couldn’t deliver my fiddleheads, I had those as well as veggie burgers for dinner.

I thought I should make the best of not being able to go, so I worked on the shower for a while and now have the installed system working fairly well, although I need stable sun to check how well it will heat.

I next worked on finishing the wall inside the new part with tongue and groove cedar. I got quite a bit done as the sun came out and the rain cleared and the cabin warmed itself. Then, as evening approached, I did a few trips to the swamp for buckets of muck, shoveled a pile to dry out so carrying it will be easier, and worked on the creek bed further down the hill.

By the time I finished that, it was getting chilly, so I cooked my IMG_8045_smallfiddleheads and veggie burgers and ate them inside while listening to the radio. Then I worked some more in the new part on the cedar and just now I was listening to the Ideas program on CBC about Norman Mclaren, the NFB animator responsible for Neighbours and a number of other classic pieces. I just lit a fire tonight, for it is getting chilly in here and apparently is going to go down to freezing tonight. I guess it is better than I didn’t plant anything yet.

I hope everyone I am disappointing this evening is OK. Hopefully, then realize that I am not always in control of my circumstances. I should take my camera tomorrow if I go, just to have photo evidence. I saw a snake on the trail back in and I would have liked to have had my camera for that as well.

Hard to believe that the Dept of Transport would just dump a load of wet gravel. I would complain if I thought it would mean anything. How strange though, that I am prevented from travel by such a circumstance.

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Swampy Days

It was raining heavily when I woke today. I wonder how my Leens would handle that. I wonder if they would find it oppressive to either be trapped in the cabin or get wet wandering about in the damp. I read for a long time, letting the rain pass, and then I went to the swamp and looked at how much water was flowing into the really wet area, really a widening of the creek, and I pulled out some rock and sticks to direct the flow. Then I carried a few buckets of muck from the closer swampy area and did some digging on the hole which has aspirations of becoming a pond.

I’d noticed when I was near the swamp that the brakes were starting to appear so I grabbed a couple of cookie containers and my bag and went to the creek. I filled both containers fairly easily without even going further upstream than Bashful’s place.

When I returned it was getting late so I did some more digging and then gathered my food for dinner. I am back to eating only two meals a day, and I don’t really miss the other meal. I should start some of my greenhouse plants soon. It still gets cold at night, but not really below freezing anymore.

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