What I can’t tell: whether my brain is being pragmatic or paranoid. Is this eight day rule something that can keep us safe? Or is the eight day rule something I’m willing to adopt/accept, despite the risks, because I’m getting tired of being in quarantine?
It’s been a while since I’ve been up there, but things are just as I remembered: tons of insulation everywhere. More dust than I recalled though. I was stupid to not wear a mask, but it also shows just how numb I seem to be now, versus where I was before, in terms of going up to the attic.
Stapleton’s voice is incredibly strong. But there’s a part of me that feels like the draw is in the harmonization with his wife, Morgane Stapleton. The sound of their voices together reminds me a lot of what I love about The Lone Bellow, and the way Kanene Donehey Pipkin‘s voice adds to the harmonies. I’m also reminded of how influential Katie Toupin’s voice was, to what I loved about Houndmouth.
Tonight, Liz set up a second bunny cottage for Phineas and Daisy. More and more, this living room area is really becoming their area. Another few months of this Covid-19 business, and I feel like they’ll be in charge of more of the house than us.
I’ve forgotten how fantastic it is, to lend ones voice to a choir – to become a part of some larger energy greater than any single, individual part. It’s rare for me to sing much anymore, but this was a lovely reminder of what can happen when we all gather together.
After doing another pass with the lawnmower to get all the thatch picked up, I overseeded the yard with more Black Beauty grass. We’ll see how well this helps, but it’s nice to have rain coming in the next few days.
I say we, but it’s all her. I’ve tapped out a lot from the game, but she’s been hooked and continues to progress forward. Snapped this photo around 1:30 AM.
It’s been a long, long time since we brought Daisy home. She’s had a rough life, and spent a long time as a classroom rabbit (and must have endured a lot of poking and proding from a lot of tiny hands).
Drove out loaded up 15 bags, drove home, unloaded 15 bags, and made coffee – all before starting the work day. Not too shabby.
I shoud say: I’m less certain when it comes to electrical, and have the most hesitation towards any electrical work. I need to study up more. For most things, I feel like if you make a mistake… there are ways to workaround and patch. With electrical, it feels like you get… one mistake.
Liz, taking notes and trying to find a path forward in Obduction. I’ve since gotten frustrated as it seems like we’ve exhausted all possible paths/clues. So I wasn’t playing, but Liz was jotting down things n the notebook she has specifically for the game.
On arriving, Liz put up the note.
After talking with Julie a few minutes on the phone, I was given the signal to knock on the front door.
It was lovely to get a bit of good news, during a time when everything is dark and uncertain. Congratulations Katie, congratulations Tim! Fantastic news, and looking forward to being able to celebrate in person.
by Gary Snyder One afternoon the last week in April Showing Kai how to throw a hatchet One-half turn and it sticks in a stump. He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop And go gets it, and wants it for his own. A broken-off axe handle behind the door Is long enough for a hatchet, We cut…
It’s both good and bad, I think, that I take work very personally. At times, I tend to let work define me as a person. And if I am not doing well at work, it feels that I, as a person, am not doing well.