This tree saw me resume work on my treehouse construction project. I’m building an actual stairway (left side) up to the treehouse, so that I no longer have to use a ladder. This will make subsequent construction activity much easier.
[daily log: walking, 3km; banging and sawing, 7hr]
Month: April 2021
Caveat: Poem #1719 “Cool trick”
ㅁ Temporarily, I became an immortal. But then that ended.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #818
This tree witnessed unfamiliar blue skies at Rockpit.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 5hr]
Caveat: Poem #1718 “Star, no cloud”
ㅁ I saw a few stars. There - that's a sign it won't rain. Perhaps the sun comes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #817
This tree is in a forest.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #1717 “Bowlegged Toyota”
ㅁ The pothole attacked! Some guy's truck's front axle broke. So now: stranded truck.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #816
This tree shows the way.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]
Caveat: Poem #1716 “A stealthy snowflake disguised as mere water”
ㅁ The sun came briefly, so the pale snow stepped away and hid among streams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #815
This tree caught a stray ray of sunlight.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1715 “Intended consequences”
ㅁ The robot was bored. It decided to fall down. This act broke things up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #814
This tree saw a new day’s dawn.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1714 “Mouse meets mousetrap”
ㅁ Can there be feeling for such a hapless being? Empathy? Or no...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #813
This tree spent the day wondering if it had somehow missed Spring and Summer.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1713 “Michelle’s visit”
ㅁ Sometimes her ghost comes She'll descend into my dreams full of rage and joy
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #812
This tree malingered among the rocks as sleet fell silently.
With all the snow and sleet and rain and eternal cloudcover, my single lettuce sprout has given up and turned a pale yellow. It’s realized it tried too soon, and is surrendering to fate. The greenhouse remains chilly and barren.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1712 “Rocks at low tide”
ㅁ The cormorant sat. It had found a fine new spot: those rocks at low tide.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #811
This tree said, “Whoops, snow’s back.”
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Weather Widget Worries
I have noticed that the “weather widget” on the right-hand column of this here blog has been stuck in time. See? Look at the date:
The problem is not the blog or the widget, but the source data. The NOAA weather station at Klawock Airport has been AWOL, apparently, for the last 5 days and counting. So for now, I’ve switched the widget to Ketchikan. Not that that’s a very accurate picture of the weather here – but it’s the next-closest. So for example, right now, Ketchikan just says “mostly cloudy” but looking out the window I would say “snow.”
[UPDATE 2021-04-08: the Klawock weather station appears to have returned from its sabbatical, to the above is no longer relevant. Local weather is restored – although bear in mind, the weather can be different between here at Rockpit and Klawock, which is almost 20 miles away.]
Caveat: Poem #1711 “April snow”
ㅁ The wires line the road. They convey fragments of thought. Snow coats the outside.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #810
This tree is branching out.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #1710 “A few words on the view”
ㅁ The branches reach out. The sea serves as a background. It's silvery blue.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #809
This tree said, “Hey, look, snow’s gone.”
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 8hr]
Caveat: Poem #1709 “Us”
ㅁ Those social creatures discuss their dreamings, exchange meanings, raise a fuss... but it's all superfluous.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Tree #808
This tree caught the sky falling, two mornings ago.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1708 “Poorly crafted englyn”
ㅁ The seagulls watched the sea, congregated, and having fed, then felt free to just see what they could see.
– an englyn penfyr [UPDATE: this englyn penfyr has a mistake – it breaks the rules. I’ve decided to leave it anyway].
Caveat: Tree #807
This tree saw the chilly dawn.
I ended up running into town for work for the morning – since Jan is traveling and out of town, I was the only person that Adrienne could call for backup.
The sun came out today – not the whole day, but a good part of it. My greenhouse got warm. And lo, a lettuce sprouted (lower left, below).
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 2hr]
Caveat: Poem #1707 “Snack attack”
ㅁ The mouse ventured in. There on the floor, a small snack. Oops, the snack attacked!
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #806
This tree was among its fellows, besnowed.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #6
I only completed two frames for customers this week. I ended up busy with some other stuff.
I spent most of Wednesday helping the store’s owner, Wayne, repair the ancient and broken safe in the back office. That was pretty interesting. I learned a new skill.
We installed an electronic keypad opener for the safe to replace the old tumbler.
I’m going to keep the old, broken tumbler as a souvenir. Maybe install it on a hapless tree as a bit of conceptual art.
Caveat: Poem #1706 “I wanna be cool”
ㅁ I'm not a robot. But frankly, I keep trying. 'Cause robots are cool.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #805
This tree said welcome back, winter.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: A fool in April
April Fools! You thought it was Spring. So wrong…
Caveat: Poem #1705 “The winter’s delayed colloquium”
ㅁ What is the end result of this thing? The whole is unsustainable. Can we even specify? Perhaps we should discuss. As a group, I mean. All us snowflakes: we're falling, soulless, lost.
– a nonnet.