Just Another Day

I waffled for a few months, when I first thought of starting a 'desert hermit' blog. The problem I anticipated was that, most days, nothing much actually goes on so what the hell would I write about? I hate it when I start following somebody else's blog, and then he/she just runs out of things to say and goes silent, or writes twice-monthly entries that consist of "sorry it's been so quiet here." I'd hate to start one of my own, then go silent because - well - there's nothing to say.

Today was one of those "just another day" days. I hung around indoors till the sun cleared the hills and the temperature got reasonable. The boys and I went for a walk along a neighboring ridge. I put a coat of paint on my new carbine. I washed a bunch of laundry that had piled up during the Big Freeze. I played with the dogs. I started on the carbine's camo blotches. I hung the laundry. The boys (and Butch) and I went for another walk, and made a mess in the mud. I worked on emptying the black-water tank, now mostly thawed. We had Snacky Time. Setting aside even more mundane details like meals, that's it. No big adventures, no wise revelations, nothing to report. A pretty typical day.

There are a couple of chores I've been putting off, that can really be put off no longer. There's a ditch for a propane line that needs to be lengthened. There's an enormous stack of salvaged 2X12 lumber that all needs to be de-nailed (and that seems to be composed of concrete - those nails do not want to come out.) You don't want to hear about that, either.

It's kind of an issue.