It took me a few months, but I’m back to hauling rocks. I did it yesterday, and I did it today. My arms are sore, but I feel good. Work has been challenging, so as a departure from that I went into the forest and grappled with a stone. It took two trips and by the end I stared inarticulate at the sky. It felt like some sort of a prayer, and I needed that. 

Last year I hauled large, heavy stones to work as footings for wooden posts. Right now I’m hauling large flat stones, as large as possible to act as stepping stones. 

From the yard to the front door’s a path of gravel, and it hurts our feet. I’ll need another five or six stones, depending on size. 

I’ve got two large ones, and Abby got an Abby sized stone. We went to the river together while her sister and brother in-law watched Roby. It felt like a date. 

Every day it isn’t raining I’ll get another. Every day it isn’t raining and I’m not in Bozeman. And maybe if it’s raining I’ll still get one.