(This is the third part in a series. All related posts can be read here.)
Driving the truck across the narrow dam is fun.
Lunch today is cold hot dog sandwiches. Two sliced dogs to a sandwich, wheat bread, cheese, and pickle slices.
When looking back at a field you’ve cut, a field that stretches to the edge of the horizon, sometimes a great feeling comes over you. It’s a satisfying, hard-earned reward and it keeps you going. It’s progress. Just don’t look at the fields you’ve yet to cut when you’re feeling tired.
I haven’t decided what I’ll do with this book- read it or just use it as paper as I am doing now, or both. It is weak and fragile and ready to crumble.
There really is a fair amount of time to kill on this job. When I was younger, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Don’t know if I could do it for any length of time.
I just saw a mini wind funnel rip across the fallow field to my right. It snatched up dust and chaff in a twirling fury- a mini tornado. Let’s see, animals I’ve seen so far…deer, geese, ducks, hungarians, badger, cow. Animals Farmer says are around: gopher, coyote, I can’t remember what else. Very surprising to me that so much wildlife thrives in a very dry, barren landscape. Without people around, I guess that’s what it’s like. (to be continued)
The full series of Dry Paper Notes can be read here.
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