Week 7: In which civilization is restored…as best as can be expected Before we left South Carolina, scene of our laundry excursion, we bought those handy containers of water which sported the convenient spouts. We drove home plotting and planning how we might continue the whole water ordeal with a…
:Week 6: In which we run away…again The idea came to me as I stared at the ceiling from the comfort of my own bed, awake in the middle of the night due to literal fussing and virtual stewing. The news was that we would not get our clean water…
Weeks 4 and 5: The struggle with reality Forgive me for I have sinned. I have not changed the bed sheets for at least 11 days. I have neglected to scrub the kitchen floor in 6 weeks and I have accummulated an obscene amount of garbage, a sin so vile…
Weeks 2 and 3: The Atlanta Gig I was told to guard against any chickens escaping. On my first solo morning, this was foremost on my mind. What would happen if one did escape? Could I lure it back inside or would I have to chase it around the yard…
Week One – The most extraordinary weather =================== & =================== Employing a shop vac is an efficient way to suck up water where it’s not wanted. In the case of the floating Hobbit House, our basement seemed to be attracting water molecules like bees to nectar. It was coming down…
=========================== @ =========================== Well, I never. Never thougt I’d be here. Turning sixty-eight. For some reason it sounds like eons of time past sixty-seven. I traveled through the beginning of this birthday decade with nary a thought to the signifigance of the numbers. There’s no getting around it now with…
++++++++++++++++@++++++++++++++++ Every once in a while, I experience a deep dislocation of the the psyche. I like neatness, tidily-stored possessions, orderly and easily found stuff. But when things get out of hand and I’m plagued by massive disorder and a disturbing disequilibrium, I tend to rally for the cause–that being…
I’ve been living in Asheville for six years this month. The weather in June of 2018 was so starkly different from that of Houston. Once we moved all our stuff into the Hobbit House, we opened the windows. This seemed incongruous with the time of year, but we were celebrating…
Besides being a clever name for an ice cream flavor, the term can mean literally a road with rocks on it or, metaphorically, a difficult endeavor. In my case, my latest caper could encompass all three. If you substitute pie for the ice cream. It all started on a sunny…
Memorial Day has come and gone, which signals to my body and brain that the warmth of the earth is now circling around my little homestead in the mountains. The rain stopped (for awhile anyway) and as the sun shines down, the humidity has decreased and it is so comfortable…