BRK #539
Ooof... Made my own poly-dough frybread tonight. It was a mistake. A tasty, tasty mistake. At least I had the sense to stop halfway through the batch of dough. I'd die happy, but I would still have died. No bread tomorrow.
This little kitty is
Peaches. She's almost one year old. This past winter was particularly tough on her, and we think that her ears and part of her tail disappeared due to frostbite.
She could be considered kind of a sad case, but I must assure you that impression holds only skin-deep. She's quite the scrapper. For example: at breakfast (their one effortless meal for the day), she'll dive face-first into the kibble, spread-eagle her front legs, and claim the entire
feed dish to herself. As she chews, she bares her teeth to the side, perhaps in another move of intimidation to any nearby fellow (?) cats. In looks some people may say she's odd, however in attitude everyone would agree she's undeniably hard-core.
Mean cats are the ones I like the best. Peaches is growing on me.
Meanwhile,
Trace and I were busy with
Boot tasks today. Here's a repaired section of junk pole
fence at Basecamp. They're a bit tougher when building on a slope. Everything wants to lean sideways.
We also planted more pecan tree seeds at
Basecamp.
We repaired three light posts (version 1), and made three more light posts version 2 (pictured here).
Finally: here's a
project in my sights for tomorrow. This section inside
Allerton Abbey's fenced perimeter needs a serious clean-out. Lots of hunks of scrap
wood and a massive, knotty, gnarly stump are sitting there, triple-dog-daring me to do something about it. Well, I think that's what Fridays are for.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day...!