BTW, the bridge seems to be settling…

…in a good way. No splits have appeared, and it no longer creaks and gives conspicuously. Because it is an arch, the stresses are spread along the span, it is exposed to sun above and humidity below, and I think it’s kind of settling-in, in a carpentry...

Now and again you screw up something you're so used to doing…

I hardly use a recipe for bread any longer: cup and a half of warm water, 3 glugs of olive oil (from a liquor dispenser), 50 cent sized center of your palm of salt crystals (sea), then 4 cups sifted flour, a big pour of wheat bran, and 2 tsp of yeast. Only two things...

A quiet day…a good one.

Jane got the last of the plantings done. I got the UV filter fixed on the fish pond. And if you wonder why the Scribometer hasn’t moved, it’s because after Jane being sick, and now that she’s getting well, —even though I kept writing through...

Upgrade completed: looking good.

If you note any problems, let me know. I’m liking it so far. Much improved re my dashboard. Can’t tell how members see it. There’s this lovely icon called ‘kitchen sink’ that has some hidden functions. Love the name.

Working, working, working…

took a little time off to go out and feed the fishes, who have picked a 97 degree day to come out from under their shelter and eat. But it’s good to count heads and find all the ones who were there…the eagle is staying away, and that suits us. On the other...

You may have noticed we like anime…

…and we’re really into tremendously long series with good characterization. Found one. Hikaru No Go. About a boy prodigy in an obsessive and cerebral adult game (Go) that you could call Asian chess—it’s a really good story with actual re-watch...

We pulled the iris bed to get room for a tree…

…and now are too tired to plant the tree. While this was going on, Jane was digging and preparing the bed, I was trimming iris leaves, sorting what will go to the church that helped us and what will go to the front lawn. This meant a 32 gallon trash can full of...

Not too surprising…we are exhausted.

Jane, who did the bulk of stone-moving, slept til noon. I got a little work in. I’m concerned about her doing too much and landing back where she was. When she feels better, she hurls herself at a job. But she promised (and kept it) that this afternoon...