this is the pic that was supposed to be there yesterday, the second one, but that somehow disappeared. That white pvc in foreground is how the water flows up the Hill from the bottom connection to the "city" water, which is out at the road, Old Olive Hwy. The water pressure is surprisingly amazing. Now and then blows out hoses.
so. There is the enamel pot. with the overturned lid and shell to weight it down. The big copper tub. Too big. But what is here. As of yesterday, both hold fermenting walnuts. I've covered the copper tub with a garbage bag as a lid to prevent evaporation. Don't know how that will work. There's another pot, an aluminum one that i will cook walnuts in, on the stove. Hasten the process. Maybe tomorrow. The cast iron pot has debris of the Oak Galls. can be reconstituted. These are sitting on the chair and small table from N. Mex. at the hammock. B. I am watching the movement of Sun. There is one other place i might move all this to, but only if it's really significantly better. I like it here. Makes me feel good. And it's where the Cloth line is. A dye station.
the counter thing. Just inside the door, to the left, just across from the fold down couch that i've decided is my bed. Clock. Tazmeena's bowl. the yellow thing to the left is the handle of the Fat Max Spotlight thing that is always at the ready in case of wierd stuff in the night. Not aesthetic, but necessary. I found this piece of cotton, not quite big enough, but close, to use as a design wall. Can pin things to it. That wall there is 36×30. It's going to have to "do". When i get back to the Storage Unit, i'll see if there's something better to use, that will cover the entire little wall.
the post yesterday….referring to the Washington Post Opinion column was confusing. It was meant to be two things, but i just ran out of steam. The first was exactly that….the not being ok referring to what we are standing with in the Supreme Court and then, all the rest. All the rest being so much that is under the radar of the present commotion of daily news garbage. The fact that one of the Dakotas has made it a requirement that voters need a street address. P.O. Box will not do. Which means that almost all native persons will not be able to register, not be able to vote. Almost NO reservations have streets, let alone mail delivery. Most have to travel miles to a local Post Office for mail. This was true of the Alamo Res in N. Mex. It was 30 miles to the post office in Magdalena for a lot of folks. And all the things about environmental genocide.
these things are not ok. There is no pretending that somehow stuff will come out right.
so i wasn't referring to things here. There's no pretending going on here. and to clarify some, what it is, is Permits. The Permitting for this and that, building permits. Land use permits. They seem to be one thing, but when you go forward with that, they morph into something else. There's permits to move Alyssia's home here. Some thousands of dollars. There's permits that were supposed to be ok about the use of gray water, but turn out to be NOT. So whether or not we will be permitted to use composting toilets…which will be closely monitored by the county, to employ a gray water system, also closely monitored, we still need to dig and create a traditional septic system. Some more thousands of dollars. Every thing is a few thousand dollars. So it's a complex weaving through this bureaucratic maze, which is all based on Good and CAREfull land use, so no arguement there, but……………….. It's how to submit which request for which permit in some kind of order so that we can do what we want to do. So that Butte County will feel ok and leave us alone. There's just so much $.
I will be fine, really, here. I whine about space. But as far as NEED, i will be just very much ok. That book that Jamie told me about…Tending the Wild, M.Kat Anderson. It will arrive at the Oroville Post Office tomorrow. Anderson teaches at U CA Davis. on going. People have lived here for many many years. I will learn things for Emrie. She may very well need to know them. Long after permits have gone up in flames.
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