I spent part of the day watching Arthur climb a ladder. Again. The guy loves ladders. I guess it is as close as he can get, these days, to his time as a pilot. I think he has the opposite of acrophobia (fear of heights) – let’s call it acrophilia. I have to accept with equanimity that he can’t really be controlled – I have no power of persuasion with respect to this issue, as far as I can figure out. So what can I say or do? He knows how I feel about it, but seems determined that this will be his means of exit from the world. Or maybe not. He’s got luck on his side, anyway – this is in fact his “reason” why it’s not dangerous. So that was that.
But another part of the day, I spent making dirt. I want to plant things in my greenhouse. There isn’t much quality dirt just lying around. Buying planting soil is super expensive. So… I have to make some dirt. Find some dark loamy stuff from an excavator-turned-up stump. Add some sand, some ash from the fireplace, some sawdust. Maybe this will be adequate planting soil. I don’t know. I guess I will find out.
