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Lj. Hi.
Hectic. Full time work and school, why not renovate a HUD house from the ground up (literaly) in the spare -1.6 hour a day you have? Weekends? I remember those! Friends? Shit, I can barely even tell them from strangers anymore.
My family has given me blessing to have a music festival on our property this spring (when it is realistic), partly to comemerate my leaving for Iraq: yes, folks, I have resigned myself to becoming a [temporary] part of the Evil Empire (a subsidary of Halliburton -literaly, again). Anyone who was at my wedding (two of you maybe) understand the potential of the place for a weekend of wholesome hedonism.
My part of the house is going to be gorgeous, I can see it taking shape. 10x8ft window covering the whole back wall, with a cockeyed view of the woods and the sunset above the grapevines and roses I'll be planting come spring? Check. Small bed loft nestled in the rafters? Winery, with glass carboys hanging from hemp rope on pulleys? Rustic, "If DiVinci lived in a barn that was converted into a modern loft? Well, that's the ambition.
Next month I get my Class 3 Engineers License. That makes me happy. Some tangible proof I'm not wasting my time.
Bottling my wine this weekend, sweetening tonight. Concords are sour, and I'm hoping the sugar will ease the taste a bit. Still, past the bite it's delicious and goes down well. Hoping for 10 bottles, 4 are already assgined as christmas presents. More soon, but nowhere near as wild and special I'm sure.
Christmas break I'm going to take some time off, go spend the week in the new cabin without electricity or running water or those gross necessities. Haul wood from across the 40 acres in a sled, sleep in the utterdark of wooded country, fast, detoxify, write and rest. Let the new year start with a clean slate and a honed perspective. Finishing Walden today, it resonated and I'm looking forward to my all-too-short week on "Moore's Pond".
Internet, oh how I miss you. These little visits are too few and rushed. I don't know when I'll have you back, but I miss you all the more for it.
Take Care
Hectic. Full time work and school, why not renovate a HUD house from the ground up (literaly) in the spare -1.6 hour a day you have? Weekends? I remember those! Friends? Shit, I can barely even tell them from strangers anymore.
My family has given me blessing to have a music festival on our property this spring (when it is realistic), partly to comemerate my leaving for Iraq: yes, folks, I have resigned myself to becoming a [temporary] part of the Evil Empire (a subsidary of Halliburton -literaly, again). Anyone who was at my wedding (two of you maybe) understand the potential of the place for a weekend of wholesome hedonism.
My part of the house is going to be gorgeous, I can see it taking shape. 10x8ft window covering the whole back wall, with a cockeyed view of the woods and the sunset above the grapevines and roses I'll be planting come spring? Check. Small bed loft nestled in the rafters? Winery, with glass carboys hanging from hemp rope on pulleys? Rustic, "If DiVinci lived in a barn that was converted into a modern loft? Well, that's the ambition.
Next month I get my Class 3 Engineers License. That makes me happy. Some tangible proof I'm not wasting my time.
Bottling my wine this weekend, sweetening tonight. Concords are sour, and I'm hoping the sugar will ease the taste a bit. Still, past the bite it's delicious and goes down well. Hoping for 10 bottles, 4 are already assgined as christmas presents. More soon, but nowhere near as wild and special I'm sure.
Christmas break I'm going to take some time off, go spend the week in the new cabin without electricity or running water or those gross necessities. Haul wood from across the 40 acres in a sled, sleep in the utterdark of wooded country, fast, detoxify, write and rest. Let the new year start with a clean slate and a honed perspective. Finishing Walden today, it resonated and I'm looking forward to my all-too-short week on "Moore's Pond".
Internet, oh how I miss you. These little visits are too few and rushed. I don't know when I'll have you back, but I miss you all the more for it.
Take Care