RealityPivots

We only got two weeks of Census work rather than the 6-8 they had projected. I want to return to Buenos Aires but I’ll have to dig deep to make it happen. Two of my favorite bloggers, Carolyn and Debbi, are going soon. What fun it would be to meet up with friends at milongas. If I go again I want to stay for a year or two.
I keep working desultorily around Shedville, completing projects that will be handy when I return or will make the property attractive to someone who wants to lease it for a weekend getaway from Seattle.
I finally found the giant unglazed pot that I needed to make my refrigerator.

From Refrigeration and water storage

You plug the hole in the bottom and put sand in between the exterior and a pot you place in the center. Then you add water to the sand. The water evaporates through the clay and that evaporation acts as a cooling mechanism. It works best where the air is dry so it might not be too effective here but I just want it to preserve things like lettuce a little longer.

From Refrigeration and water storage

I’ve made an arrangement with a neighbor to buy water. They pay $2.18 per 1000 gallons and I’ll pay them $10 — a good deal for both of us I think. I’ll run a hose over to the 275 gallon tank I bought. It used to store whey.

From Refrigeration and water storage

I need the water for the garden mostly. In previous years I stuck with garlic and shallots that I planted in the fall, mulched heavily, wished them godspeed and didn’t worry about water. Now I’ve got a lot of things planted that need water consistently. My first attempt at asparagus is showing spears and the new strawberry plants are healthy.

I keep thinking about a zen story I read a long time ago and have thought about off and on over the years. A zen student who was a great musician abandoned that for his study of zen. The lesson I imagine is that the satisfaction of living in the eternal now is superior to chasing ephemeral passion. I find myself dissatisfied with my very groovy present only because I imagine a BsAs of passionate dance and friendship. However, it wasn’t that way when I was there before and, in fact, I was drinking more Malbec than was good for me.