Yesterday evening, I was so tired and grumpy, covered in insect bites and staring at my camper toilet that will not flush. Facing reality, I grabbed a shovel and went into the field, looking for the best spot to dig a hole. I never thought all that pooping in the African bush ("going to the bog") would come in handy but there ya go. It's not the first time, I have pulled from past experience here in NoDak.
Anyway, I have to believe that I am here for a reason and even in my heart, which is missing family, friends and Kirk so much, knows that it may all be clear someday, even if it's not today.
And so I did. Except that I almost didn't. I started to go up the ladder, got to the top and then remembered that I am afraid of heights. So I came back down, walked a few steps away and heard my inner voice yell, "Chicken!"
Not sure if I've ever made this clear but my inner voice belongs to a 9-year-old boy who is an asshole.
So now, every week, I manage to lug my ass to the top of the bin and get a few aerial shots of the garden. These were taken June 13:
|Western side, facing North|
|Eastern side, facing North|
|Facing east - my trailer is now parked in front of the house.|
I took some shots a few days ago, June 20, showing some progress, though still hard to tell:
My favorite conversation from last week:
Brent: "I need a favor."
Me: "I owe you about 6,000 favors so yes, please start cashing in."
Brent: "Well, I need to store a body."
Me: "Somehow, I always knew this question would come to me. I just never thought it'd be here."
Brent: "Not sure how you feel about that..."
Me: "Hey, if it means company, I'm all for it. Plus, I'll bet he's a good listener."
A friend of Brent's had died in a motorcycle accident and the son wanted the hearse stored overnight somewhere for fear of .... not sure. Anyway, in the end, the son changed his mind so no stiff guests for me.
But if anyone out there needs to hide a corpse, I have the space - dry ice not included.