This has been my first day off in quite some time, and I decided I should write. After this post I’ll start a short story. It has been very enjoyable writing these blogs, which I think I will enjoy looking back on as time continues forward. Getting started writing is sometimes the hardest part, particularly due to the incredible amount of tiredness after paddling down the river all day every day.
Construction has come to a standstill on the house, though there are always little projects. I’ve built a kind of evaporative cooler out of a five gallon bucket, fountain pump, nine inch fan, and a youtube video. Today is the first true test of it’s ability. Certainly the air is cool and moist coming out of it, but the ability to counteract the suns heat is yet to be determined. There is a noticeable change in how fast the house heats after I painted it with the darker green color, as opposed the the factory gray primer. I think at times that I may just turn the whole thing into some fun mural. I’ll be watching you tube videos later about how to paint clouds by dabbing sponges of white paint I’m sure.
I want to lay a small brick patio in front of the door, which I can probably do for under one hundred dollars. I’ll sift some sand from the front yard to form a base, then water and tamp it to solidify. Still need to finish siding and determine what kind of countertop I will be mounting my sink into. Dave, my aged, wise neighbor, recommended to just tile over some OSB. I may take his suggestion. I don’t have a better idea just yet anyhow.
Perhaps a short story about people being cryogenically frozen and shot into outer space as DNA time capsules. I’ve been reading a lot of Ray Bradbury short stories, which generally have roots in outer space, especially Mars. One common calamity is that a meteor hits the spaceship. Though it is not the center of most of the stories, it is prevalent. At one point doomed astronauts outside of any vessel are having limps torn off one by one, applying tourniquets to stop the bleeding; to fall into nothingness for a little longer.
How much more we should cherish our free time than we actually do. Always trading time for money or the hope for a future that is happier than the one we currently live. Today I will cherish how things are. Eggs, coffee, a solar panel, and a house that is cool comparative. And if it gets too warm, I may just cherish how things are in my kayak.