toivo wrote:i learned maybe a year ago, about this kind of thing, that it's hard to judge someone by their boots. we had a houseguest who had these real sensible looking galoshes, lined for winter, and we thought she might be helpful and happy around the house, living by the river, making installation art or whatever. truth was, after one initial bout of woodcarrying, she spiralled into a world of keeping small fires burning through slow days of nothing. in her spare time she started to speculate about cannibalism. she was a blacksmith by training, and over time added to her knife collection. she carved one small ship, and in the first days of spring we sailed that around a pond broken into the lake ice. other than that and the broken crockery, after a late winter, spring and a summer, she left.
in her solitude she set up a stationary bike by the river, and got her exercise that way.
Lox wrote:You don't normally think of bike mechanics as big galoshes type people.
toivo wrote:i learned maybe a year ago, about this kind of thing, that it's hard to judge someone by their boots. we had a houseguest who had these real sensible looking galoshes, lined for winter, and we thought she might be helpful and happy around the house, living by the river, making installation art or whatever. truth was, after one initial bout of woodcarrying, she spiralled into a world of keeping small fires burning through slow days of nothing. in her spare time she started to speculate about cannibalism. she was a blacksmith by training, and over time added to her knife collection. she carved one small ship, and in the first days of spring we sailed that around a pond broken into the lake ice. other than that and the broken crockery, after a late winter, spring and a summer, she left.
in her solitude she set up a stationary bike by the river, and got her exercise that way.
Bug wrote:toivo wrote:i learned maybe a year ago, about this kind of thing, that it's hard to judge someone by their boots. we had a houseguest who had these real sensible looking galoshes, lined for winter, and we thought she might be helpful and happy around the house, living by the river, making installation art or whatever. truth was, after one initial bout of woodcarrying, she spiralled into a world of keeping small fires burning through slow days of nothing. in her spare time she started to speculate about cannibalism. she was a blacksmith by training, and over time added to her knife collection. she carved one small ship, and in the first days of spring we sailed that around a pond broken into the lake ice. other than that and the broken crockery, after a late winter, spring and a summer, she left.
in her solitude she set up a stationary bike by the river, and got her exercise that way.
What is your place anyhow? The antipode to Maggie's Farm? Can I put up a sculpture there?
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