I’ve written before that I’ve never felt as anti-social as I do these days.
That’s still true.
Increasingly true, even.
I rarely leave the house, I see one friend. Even my digital communities have waned.
Discord days are done.
It doesn’t particularly bother me because I’ve got plenty to do.
I work, I walk, I write this blog. There’s no shortage of things to do, no shortage of things that have got to get done.
That’s still true.
Increasingly true, even.
I rarely leave the house, I see one friend. Even my digital communities have waned.
Discord days are done.
It doesn’t particularly bother me because I’ve got plenty to do.
I work, I walk, I write this blog. There’s no shortage of things to do, no shortage of things that have got to get done.
I spend far more time working on and improving this house than my last one.
There’s a balance to be found there, I think. The last house needed a lot of work, too much, even. Replacing windows, reconsidering the entirety of the backyard, building a deck.
The projects were all gargantuan, and they cast long shadows. Too intimidating even to start.
Here, in Plainfield, I’ve started slow, with egg shelves and duck houses.
There’s a balance to be found there, I think. The last house needed a lot of work, too much, even. Replacing windows, reconsidering the entirety of the backyard, building a deck.
The projects were all gargantuan, and they cast long shadows. Too intimidating even to start.
Here, in Plainfield, I’ve started slow, with egg shelves and duck houses.
I’m working my way up, it’s important to work your way up, I think. I used to be a lot better at working wood than I am today, but I think in short order I’ll be better than I was.