This tree knew the rising moon.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing (inventory), 8hr]
Day: December 30, 2020
Caveat: 2020
This year, 2020, was the Year of the Hypochondriac. I continued living in Rockpit, Alaska. I gave up my expectation to become a teacher in the schools here on the island, and started working as a part-time clerk in the Alaska Gifts shop. I took on duties as the matting and framing specialist. I didn’t travel off the island at all, the whole year. I did quite a bit of hobby work on my “map servers,” and I started building a treehouse on lot 73, down by the sea.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 2020 – it was written in the future.]
Caveat: Poem #1613 “Amber”
ㅁ Alongside the road the grass is faded, pale gold, blowing in cold wind.
– a pseudo-haiku.