I’ve been contemplating decking myself out in geek gear to match
my persona. Here’s what I’m thinking so
far.
A sonic screwdriver for a flashlight.
A State Alchemist pocketwatch as my time keeping device.
Jayne’s hat from Firefly (have a similar one, but mine is black).
A LonLon Milk water bottle (an unbreakable one).
I’m open to further suggestions, but these are some of the things
I need… perhaps not in a nerdy form, but that would make it more fun! The one thing I don’t have and actually need
to purchase is a leather belt. I was
thinking a utility belt would be awesome, but I need to find something without
any metal… as I am fairly certain I am allergic to whatever cheap metals or
paint they use for belt buckles.
Another day, another tango with the jagged strands of pain. Much like the other two days we took care of
barb wire fencing that had been absorbed into trees and large branches, if not
trees themselves, that had fallen on the fence.
Somebody cranked up the difficulty level today because, in addition to
these obstacles, it appeared that the ground had come up and swallowed the barb
wire. The only hint that the ground was
the perpetrator was the taut wires shooting sharply into the mounds. With the soil being frozen and Charlie off
elsewhere we were left with no choice but to leave some of the buried barbed
wire to rust a bit longer.
Did I mention our contact acts like Ron Swanson? He even talks like him. He let us stay in the shop and do some tool
maintenance during the colder portion of the morning, which was nice, but man
that guy is intimidating. Our
interactions might be viewed as comical if they were televised, but in person
it was downright scary. We’re trying to
work up the nerve to point out that most of us have tree felling experience and
that we have worked on fire lines in worse conditions than this, but we got to
make sure we work it right. Liana and
Dalton seem to have a plan though so we’ll see what tomorrow brings. If it is more barb wire, so be it!
Just did
laundry. Yeah, they have laundry
machines here, it’s awesome. Beats those
laundry mats that charge $3.25 a wash back in St. Louis! We also are staying with some
researchers. One of them, Jean, was kind
enough to tell me the dryer needs to be stopped manually otherwise it goes on
for eternity. I’m adorning freshly
laundered clothes now and it is making me sleepy. Think I’m going to heed dream land’s
call. Good night all. Sweet dreams.
Sometimes when the going gets tough it's good to have a little fun. Photos taken by me.
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