As I re-construct my life as a single person I search for continuity. Swimming with distance goals is one aspect. Baking bread is another. Ken left me a sourdough starter and a friend, Sylvia brought it back to life and showed me how she bakes bread. I shall be always grateful. Baking bread, like any skill takes practice. After a few months of practice, I was not satisfied. Then I ran out of my regular …
It rained last night. It is cool, cloudy, and damp. I was thinking about staying inside today, making bread, working on sorting paper, and maybe taking a nap. Once I fed the dog, cat, and chickens I headed over to make my bed. Oscar and Big Red had claimed turf for napping and were giving me the Do Not Disturb looks. So I left them. After getting the bread dough mixed, I checked on them; …
Last year Ken cleaned up some older logs on the driveway; since he had not gotten the sawmill up and running the wood had gotten old. Now it was no longer lumber grade – only good to burn. He cut the logs in lengths that could be split for the side stoke holes on the pottery kiln – 40 – 42.” Then the splitter was giving him trouble. And his health was also giving …
