Anyway…

7 Jun

ADiaryofaPandemicMaster

June 7,  2020

Day 78

I woke to the quiet voices of twenty-six quail outside our bedroom window and went outside into the mist to feed them. This morning they seemed only slightly skittish and did not scatter as I walked slowly up the steps between them. The sun was rising in a blaze of gold behind a layer of cloud that blanketed the valley. It would burn off within a half an hour but I could not see the moon even though I knew exactly where to look. Photographs would have to wait.

 

AAAASENTINEL4

 

Breakfast in bed and the joy of a letter from the lighthouse keeper. Wonderful way to start the day even if the news was not all good. My education is a work in progress and I know that events turn on jewelled bearings for reasons beyond my limited understanding, but still… I look for order in the world and am dismayed when, at times, I find none. I am, as I have said before, a slow learner.

 

At 11:00AM I geared up for the task set before me by the gift of yesterday and drove over to Rosie’s. Formed my own private and solo pyramid building crew and began moving the row of foundation post off-cuts.

 

AAAAAPostssss

 

Five trips, with lunch shoehorned somewhere in the middle. 13 posts. Approximately 4,000 pounds. 5 round trips.

 

AAAAAPOSTs

 

I found a place to put them in the forest off our drive where I can winch them downhill and cut them to length as and when I need them for the piers of the new bathroom and storage room. Until then they will be almost invisible, the green treated wood blending into the brown of ponga trunks and emerald green of fern fronds. I finished after dark, working by the light of the car headlights to lever the last huge post into its resting place. I wrapped up, removed the tarp from the back of the car, stowed my tools and then staggered in to the warm sitting room and the golden light of love, well and truly thrashed. Valerie had set out a cold beer and bowl of sweet-chilli rice crackers to snack on and I checked today’s numbers while she went to the kitchen to prepare a steak and onion dinner. Paradise…

 

 

AAAAJUN7NZCov

 

Zero New cases. Zero Recovered cases. The ratio of recovered cases to active and probable cases plus deaths is 99.93%….still.

 

 

This day has caught up with me and I am reminded of next to the last line of the letter Jeremiah Johnson found frozen to the corpse of Hatchet Jack, another trapper who had, as his short missive said, “killt the bear that killt me.” It was the scene where Jeremiah, ably played by Robert Redford, inherits the deceased trapper’s Henry rifle (after prying it from his frozen fingers). Matter of fact and to the point, it spoke of the rugged nature of the mountain men and their understanding and acceptance the price that must sometimes be paid for living in the wild. I feel that closing this entry with that line is fitting and apropos, considering that this day has thoroughly kicked my ass…

“Anyway, I am dead.”

 

AAAHat

 

Goodnight

 

6 Responses to “Anyway…”

  1. rochellewisoff June 7, 2020 at 1:29 pm #

    Dear Doug,

    Hope you kilt the bear that kilt you. 😉 Nice, as always to read your voice and am looking forward to pictures of your next construction venture. The guy’s definitely got skills.
    As you lie sleeping, the hot sun is beaming and our Lady of the Holy Chlorination beckons. Rest well, my friend and wake to beauty.

    Love, love and shalom,

    Rochelle

    • dmmacilroy June 8, 2020 at 3:38 pm #

      Dear Rochelle,

      I just hit the wall of the swimming pool but wanted to acknowledge your sweet replies over the last three months. Thank you for being there and reading and waiting out the storm with us.

      May you swim forever joyful in an ocean of love.

      Your friend, with much love and appreciation,

      Doug

      • rochellewisoff June 8, 2020 at 4:00 pm #

        Dear Doug,

        I’m kind of like flypaper. 😉 ❤ I hope it didn't hurt too much when you crashed into the wall of the swimming pool.

        Off I go into the wild blue under with radiolarian thoughts of my friends.

        Shalom and waves of love,

        Rochelle

  2. sustainabilitea June 7, 2020 at 2:52 pm #

    Doug, those are some serious logs and easy to see why your butt would be thoroughly kicked! Always good to come home to love and refreshments, isn’t it? 🥰. And of course, the zeros are a blessing beyond what we could have imagined last year.

    Blessings,

    janet

    • dmmacilroy June 8, 2020 at 3:40 pm #

      Dear Janet,

      Yes, yes, yes and yes. And thank you for the blessings.

      Stay safe and keep cool.

      Yours,

      Doug

      • sustainabilitea June 8, 2020 at 4:52 pm #

        We’ve having a run of 4 or 5 days where it’s only getting into the 90’s and cooling off nicely at night. I’ll take it. Mid-week it’s getting hotter again, but if it stays below 105, I’ll be happy. 🙂

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