The Daily

 

what productivity looks like to a dog

if you looked up

if you looked west

    Standard breakfast, forthwith referred to as Classic. Still aspiring to the perfect bite, but lost in a tangle of constantly expanding self-imposed rules and sub-rules to the point of exhaustion.

    D and I returned to the giant cottonwood trunk on the western beach, but this time armed with two Zlites so as to be able to lay back and look at the sky. Marginally sustainable comfort. Instead of like yesterday when D politely joined me in repose on the great trunk he dashed off to sniff a red heeler up beach.

    The yawning void at the back of the Doghouse is now being closed in with concrete and 2x6 framing. Soon it will be all done and beer and pool will once again become the center of village life.

    Had a good but short phoning with L who has found a new job in the retail lighting industry which she likes.

    Unlike normal, productivity was the order of the day in the afternoon with trips to Schwab for the yellow van brakes and renewal of the decking on the back veranda; unscrewed three pieces of 2x6, painted them, and flipped them so the face grain and cupped sides were down and re-screwed. Only 18 more to go.

    The knee pads, which can also be used as epaulets and which are sort of mentioned in Macklemore's "Thrift Store", may or may not become next year's fashion gimmick, but they sure make kneeling almost prayerful.

    Tomorrow may be better, but the clouds are going to gather one of these days.