I got a call from my neighbor D early this morning. "Y'know that plywood you've got in my barn?"
Oboy. He talked to me about that six weeks, maybe two months ago and I forgot all about it. I promised to be there this morning to get it out of there. Had a few little things to do around the cabin, but then I put on my hat and gloves. This got the boys' attention.
"Wanna go for a ride?" Pandemonium.
So we drive through the wash to D&L's place. I back up to the barn, start loading wood, and they come out and help about halfway through.
D&L are building a big, beautiful straw-bale and earthbag house. Really, it's gorgeous. And all winter they've been inside, doing the ceilings. Tongue and groove one by sixes, stained to go with the post-and-beam structure that shows through everywhere. Beautiful. This very morning they officially finished the ceiling, and they were anxious that I should see it.
Then they had some glassware they'd found cleaning out their workshop, and thought I might want it. And L had some day-old biscuits they weren't going to eat, and did I want that?
Just nice folks. I like them a lot. We started swapping dog annoyance stories, and then L and I started on the horse stories, and D got impatient to get back to work so the boys and I said our goodbyes.
Since I had the trailer and need some wood, I'd brought the chainsaw. Once I dropped off the lumber and got it safe, we went out for a woodcutting expedition. Not a lot, but I know where there are some dead roadside junipers that would fill the trailer pretty easy with fairly straight logs. Still need to cut it up for stovewood: We're really supposed to get some bad weather, and I want to fill the wood rack before it comes on. And I'm hoping to bake some bread this afternoon, so I'm gonna log off and do that stuff.
But still: Hermit or not, there's nothing like neighbors to get a day off to a good start.
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Pft. A hermit who likes neighbors. Traditionally, a hermit is supposed to sit on his front porch with a bent-double-barrelled shotgun screaming incomprehensible things at people who come near.
Next thing you know, you'll be hosting tea parties, complete with crumpets and scones paced delicately on "the good China."
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