at the bottom of the meadow. the fence along Carefree Way. On the right, the large pieces, mostly pine. some oak from a downed oak branch when the large pine branch fell and broke it off. The neighbor, Dave, will want the oak. The pine not. The pile of brush, not. Those will be run through a rented chipper. All this wood. and we can't burn. Dave has an actual house. They heat with wood. The pic that's missing is of the SLED that we use to move things. Jenny's best buy of 2021. Too hard to explain, but i'll take a pic. It might be useful to others. It is GRAND. there's a big one that did this job and then i have a small one for my purposes. Makes moving heavy things simple and easy. This is one BRANCH of a Foothill Pine. A very old tree and how it goes for them in their old age when they can no longer support those huge branches that break off in the wind simply of their own weight, and gravity. leaving a wound in the Mother that begins to rot with winter rains, termites. This was cut last weekend, hauled to the fence today.
Where it was. Fire Fuel. Multiply this maybe 100 times and we will be good.
and then….T's mother and Casey came. Near the end of that work. From Sacramento. She now lives where Jeff used to live with T and Brinley. She is Grama Nee. Renee. Casey is T's younger brother who she had had guardianship for. Some years. Before Jeff came into the picture. He is in his early 20's. A medical error had left him blind and severely brain damaged. He has no language. Jeff and T took care of him. Now, his mother, grama Nee, is trying. Prior to T's death, she was distant. From T. From Casey. From Brinley. now there's Circumstance. How it will go remains to be seen, but so far, ok. Today he was able to get out of the van. Walk down the creek road. Everyone but me went. i am for whatever reason of my own that i can't yet describe…i am keeping my distance from all this. But they were here. She colored at the picnic table with the kids, including Emrie. Alyssia didn't come. i stayed distant from that also. I watch my Self.
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