Some things can’t be done. For paractical reasons. I mean, forget the physical tasks, or the “too far and too fast” world. I’m looking at ideas that seem reasonable, until you check closely.
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When I awoke, this morning, I could see as well as any other day. However, there was something missing, in the background. The measured tick-tock of the “time telling bird”. Before heading into the other room, I popped my ears once or twich. All normal internally. And, indeed, the pendulum had failed to make its return. It will be fixed. Give the weight a push, and reset the hands. Life can now continue.
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A sudden gust of wind. A poorly latched door. Something to explore. That’s how it works with our dog. Sleep for hours and then, suddenly, a burst of energy. He left, off to visit the neighbours. Feigned deafness, so that our appeals to forget this plan and enjoy a snack went unheeded. The rain (of course, there was rain) did convince him of the “higher level of comfort” inside, so he circled around the bird bushes and came back to be toweled off, praised and pampered. He’s too old to treat in any other way, and when I get to his age, I hope for life to be that good to me.
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Today, I set up he trams. In the basement. And waited a suitable number of hours. Then, I took down the traps. Including the snare. All in all, a proof of procedure. I first set up traps before man walked on the moon. A satisfying set of procedures that can lean to noise if done without due care and attention. This has nothing to do with hunting, or animal control. Think drums.
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We have a new fowl in the area. One, only. I haven’t actually seen him, but he signals the rise of the sun, early. And then every five minutes or so until dark, in case we hadn’t got his message. I find myself musing about how well he would fit into my large pot. After a few hours of calm, I could announce that my soup is ready.
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Things can be more dangerous. My conclusion, after today’s session outside.
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Let me start with the mandatory disambiguation. When I use the term “field strength”, I am not referring to that parcel of fertile land, to south of this house. The one where they plaant potatoes, every few years, and intercede with hay in great bales. The one where the itinerant dancers put on vulpine performances. Pretty, but not the subject for today.
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The goal is clear. Time for me to extend my comfort zone, beyond the walls of our home. Going out on the deck, with a cup of coffee, is a beginning. Going down to the shore and walking along the edge of the ocean is a step more. We have no mountains, so I’m safe from that twist.
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A brief musical interlude. With the help of Alina Gingertail.
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Outside, there is a powerful force; washing. Not a power wash, per se, because that involves specialized equipment that we do not have. Just a hose, a nozzle, a big brish and Dawn (the wonder detergent). And, the effect is visible. With a few seasons of agriculture bearby, the dust thickens and sticks to a house. We are watching the while replace the grey. And I am a bystander. Not sure-footed ebough to do any ladder gymnastics.
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