a Good day with the Old Cowboy. He had the Colorado company that rattle his brain for 3 days and was full of very organized questions that he really wanted answers to. So we had an actual CONVERSATION about things he is very worried about and it was great. Because he said things, then i said things, then him then me and when it was over, i commented to him how really good that was that we both listened and talked and tho it might not last, today he got it and it was a Good day. And i retrieved all his collection of Cowboy and Indians magazines from where she pitched them in the dumpster just in time.
Then when i got home i went out with determination.
the dark is mud. probably at least 25ft. something is leaking.
down at the bottom of the white pvc type thingy are two handles. One turns off the outside water to the above faucet and the other the house water. I don't remember which is which. I've never turned them. So rather than sticking my hand down there and not knowing what i'm doing, (and i did notice that the mint i planted there doesn't mind at all that it is submerged)
i bailed and bailed out the water with the kitchen pan into the bucket. Bailed and bailed. never got to the faucets. You can see the screw driver sticking out of the lid to the white thingy. The white thingy is supposed to have enough gravel in it, it's sunk quite a ways into the ground, to leave the turnoff knobs available. Not. But i got close to the bottom before quitting for the day. As i walked by a short time later, the white thing was once again FULL of water. Hmmmm.
so i went around collecting bones. There are at least three times this many scattered all over. Worked a little while on the hugelkultur. All Good.
and finally…..went to look at my Belov~ed. I spent a long time there. just sitting on the log border of the raised bed. Feeling. Thinking. Taking the time to fully realize all that it had been, all that it is now. I don't want to forget.
I need to go back to those two cloths of yesterday, tomorrow. I want to understand some things about them too. but that's tomorrow. Today was Good enough.
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