June 2 1998
And so I have…Among the Inuit ancestors a custom prevailed whereupon the old, when they became non-productive, and were unable to contribute to the welfare of the community, were put – out on the ice.
As I enter this stage of the game I am quick to design activities which will postpone the inevitable – therefore I volunteerd to open the cabin.
It is as green as Ireland here and the cabin withstood the winter very well. I swept out enough mouse poop to fertilize a thousand acres. The last time that the newspaper lining the drawers was replaced was – August 27, 1982.
There was no butane to cook my dinner so I had a cheese san. After much very dirty work I wanted something good to eat.
I took all the sheets off the beds and the cover (very dirty cover) off the couch and drove to Mt. Carmel Junction to the laundry-matt and propane places, I bought a broom (teeny). I got the big cabin pretty ship-shape except for the windows.
I went for a long ramble to see what changes time had wrought. Not much, lots of flowers. The day was not wonderously warm because huge clouds so the bath water didn’t heat up. I awoke to the pitter patter of rain drops on the metal roof.
Rain is good. I don’t mind, but it is COLD. I mind that a lot. I’ll do the honeymoon cabin when it warms up and the kid cabin never, that is a LARGE job for a whole crew of coolies.
This is such a tranquil place so still and sweet smelling and out on the rim of the universe. If , while standing very still and concentrating (and your heart is pure) you may feel the earth turning under your feet.
Uncle Jim