Well its October, you can tell because of the smell of things and the slanting light and because there is the first crispness about.

Today my day involved such things as burning a pyre of brush and debris amounting to flames about 30 feet in the air. I made coffee this morning on my woodstove, since we ran out of propane last night. My big accomplishment lately is digging a trench about 20 feet long, eight feet wide and five feet deep. it has been really fun. i wish all i could do was build trenches.

actually i hate it, but it is, i’m sure, some strange initiation into the harsh world of carpentry. is this what i want to do? well, no, not as a career, but maybe just learn the skills as i go, they could be useful. i mena, i guess living here i realize how much most people (in the USA, who are above a certain income level… ) pay someone else to do everything for them. i mean, they couldn’t scrub a carpet if their life depended on it. which isn’t to place blame… i don’t know that i wouldn’t. i just know that i don’t want to and that one of my life goals is to be entirely self sufficient. entirely.

anyways, i’m talking about these burn pile things and i think that its interesting… i feel almost like i’m living a caricature of myself out… woodsy, cabins, burn piles, levi’s, trucks. do we all live caricatures out? do you in some way? maybe you don’t know until you drastically change your lifestyle. or whatever. i don’t know