The Parasol GerTee experiment continues
Finishing the eastern wall
The roof ring transformed
Bold edging for the western wall
Almost done with the roof!
Interior view of southside through screen
Add 4 layers of tulle, makes fluffy curtainsWoke up to 62 degrees above inside big gertee, and it felt luxurious to slide out of my bunk and wander off to the outhouse, giving barely a glance at my woodstove. I had my coffee in the garden and sifted dirt as I sat there listening to the birds. Except for the occassional passing car and Wyatt running around culling the squirrel population, it's beyond quiet here. I always forget how many new birds come back in the summer, not to mention all the geese, ducks and swans. Bumped into the fox 2 nights ago, we startled each other and both froze. for a full minute. It was cool to look it right in the eyes before it scampered away. Tim's been feeding it... heh.
Last night I learned one of my childhood friends (and a woman who in later years became adult friends with my siblings) died in a freak accident when her truck rolled over on her. We both started our own restaurants in the early 90s and hers turned out to be quite a success. Even when she was 12 she was a gorgeous gal with a perfect smile and a great sense of humor. My thoughts are with her daughter and parents today; I can't imagine they'll ever have a Memorial Day without missing their beloved Gayl. I'm also thinking about my dad and all my family members and friends who have passed before me. I still wish I could have talked to my dad more about the communitarians, but he was too sick and died before I understood it very well.
Life is just too short for all the things we can find to do. I decided that when I die I want to be cremated in little gertee, all dressed up like she is right now. If they're there for it, I want my children to sing the national anthem; at the end Uncle Jimmy can yell "play ball!" Maybe if enough people show up they can play a game of softball, leaving left field empty for my ghost.
Went into the field by Camp Redington to pick a bouquet of wild flowers yesterday. Walked around until I found a patch that had no bees on it and started cutting. I barely had 2 cut when this huge bumble bee came over and chased me away! As soon as I was obviously leaving, it turned and flew back to the patch. (Looked it up and it's called: Bumblebee Flower - Wooly Lousewort, Pedicularis lanata... duh!) The bears do the same thing with their berry patches. Nice to know who's in charge around here.
Life is just too short for all the things we can find to do. I decided that when I die I want to be cremated in little gertee, all dressed up like she is right now. If they're there for it, I want my children to sing the national anthem; at the end Uncle Jimmy can yell "play ball!" Maybe if enough people show up they can play a game of softball, leaving left field empty for my ghost.
Went into the field by Camp Redington to pick a bouquet of wild flowers yesterday. Walked around until I found a patch that had no bees on it and started cutting. I barely had 2 cut when this huge bumble bee came over and chased me away! As soon as I was obviously leaving, it turned and flew back to the patch. (Looked it up and it's called: Bumblebee Flower - Wooly Lousewort, Pedicularis lanata... duh!) The bears do the same thing with their berry patches. Nice to know who's in charge around here.
