We tell ourselves and others we are here to make progress on building an abode. But the two absolutes toward that goal are just as stalled as they were when we left here mid-June. Our guy, Grandson of the originator of the bar that we inherited, who is going to take it away, can’t find people to help. Everyone is slammed. Same for our well-digger.
Don’t get me wrong we want to be here, but it’s hard. Our electricity comes from one long extension cord. When you turn the hot plate on you need to turn the refrigerator off. Today we forgot to turn the fridge back on. It’s basically days of mistakes and irritation.
Today was hot. Almost 90. I can’t seem to adjust to this time. I get up at 6:00. I want to be ready to run at 6:00. The sun’s up early just to heat up the earth. It’s after 8:00 PM and we’re sitting in our car by the lake to get better service. It’s peaceful.
This is what I discovered running this morning.
Mountain Peace 