Today I labor on the cabin
Thanksgiving is going to be rather non-traditional at my house this year. Byron, Alex and I will be at the cabin working. My father and mother will be there with us during the day, retiring to their own cabin on the lake in the evenings.
I had planned to order pizza for Thanksgiving dinner since the ability to bake and cook beyond heating things up on the hotplate or boiling water is pretty much beyond my ability at the farm right now. I do have a little toaster mini-oven, so we can heat pre-made waffles (if they are small).
During the course of today through Sunday, I hope to get a huge number of things completed on my cabin “to do” list.
My blogging will be a bit sporadic over the next couple of days, but I will still blog. I will blog EVERY day in November. Like any writing exercise, I’ll muddle through. I’ll practice. I’ll do the writing. What I won’t do is guarantee the quality of said prose.
It is what it is.
The bulk of my writing will be in longhand, with my fountain pen, in my journal. But, I’ll write every day, even if it’s just a single sentence saying I’m too tired to write.
Tags: the farm, writing
