I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but my original plan of "let's spend the winter doing this, shall we?" went a bit awry, so what the hell.
Today Mark is doing more prepping for our "camp in place" spot at the bottom of the hill. Eventually he'll drive the trailer to the left of the downed tree, then swing it around in a loop and park it where we'll be facing the field to the left of our yard. A hose will even reach, and he ordered a honey wagon. It can be emptied right into our septic system! We both think it will be fun, and given the uncertainty in the world we think it's a good solution. I've got The Blue Planet on BBC America playing in the bedroom while I change sheets, do laundry, and do a bit work at my desk.
My most recent book was A Man Called Ove, which my dear friend Patrice gave to me for my birthday a few years ago. It was a perfect read for the moment. If you haven't read it yet, I do recommend it. I'm currently reading Nella Last's War, a terrific WWII diary (it's a classic!) which was in my own library. I've got 42 library books checked out, plus my own plentiful shelves. And of course I've placed three orders from my little indie bookstore, Literari in Ann Arbor.
I don't see normal the way we used to know normal ever coming back. After 911, normal changed, and this pandemic and the way it's been responded to will change us all forever. One of my forever memories from 911 was using a pay phone from P.H. Hoeft State Park to call Bunnie. A pay phone! What will we look back at in the distance from this time and space?
See you tomorrow, with more musings from my "salon" in the Irish Hills. I'll post pictures too!
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