I plan on the following few pages to contain notes, pennings from events of past months, years here at the cabin
not chronological by any means
hopefully entertaining
here's one now;
Moving along
I don’t have cabin fever
w-a-a-a-a-a-y past cabin fever
it rained yesterday
ice, snow, and rain make trekking somewhat entertaining
if one more bird lands on my shoulder while I’m peeing I’m gonna break its tiny neck with my channel locks
got out a bit
helped an ol’ guy fetch his water
since we live among our native American brethren, I’ve been given to naming folks what I think fits their character
this fellow gets around with the help of a putter
calling him Walks With Iron
didn’t know what was involved with fetching water
if I had, I’da just offed Walks With Iron, with a large rock
‘where’s the water?’
‘oh, it’s just up the trail a piece’
‘a piece’ is several hundred paces
‘up the trail’ is up, steep (gravity fed don’tcha know)
turns out I’m in pretty good shape
I can twirl, tumble, scream and flail several times in succession without losing a dogged trudge
He normally does this on his own, but his back is out
His little woman is a little woman
Does art, feathers n’ things
That’s her contribution
I’m going to end her too
He did hand me a pair of snow shoes
I’ve never worn snow shoes
One does not mosey, amble nor stroll in snow shoes
One should stride as though slogging thru deep quicksand when in snow shoes
When turning in snow shoes, one should be aware of what can occur when stepping on the back of the adjacent snow shoe
Snow angels are overrated
When picking one’s self outta four feet of snow, one should remove at least one snow shoe
Walks With Iron now has 77 gallons of brackish brown water in his indoor tanks, 120 lbs of dog food in his feeder (don't recall seeing a dog), and three big wheel cart loads of blood stained wood on his porch
I’m home now
Happier
Relieved
My water is only a hundred paces away
On flat land
That’s my story today
Waltzes In Snow