We are livin the life here in Canyon, I planted two apple trees and a bunch of pepper and cherry tomato plants, beets, onions and whatnot, wiring everything against the marauding deer. I am scrounging soil from everywhere to build up terraces over the rocky subsoil. Art built a sawbuck and uses my chainsaw to make firewood (and sawdust) of the many redwood and bay branches and random long pieces of old lumber that are scattered everywhere. It’s great to be able to get so much done, without all the pesky distractions of public life.
Art and I joined an online video chat/party with some other folks, they gather often but we only attended once, for about an hour. Some people go on and on, some not speaking at all, devolving into the same talk of cures and illnesses and other distressing foolishness I prefer not to partake of. When I go to a party, I usually hang out in the garage with the stoners– a group of 12 people is too much.
Now and then I spend two or three days in Berkeley, where it is clean civilized and quiet, mostly (avoiding the front doorknob is a challenge)-Stuff to do there, too!
I do a little garden work, though with not much enthusiasm. I am enjoying being retired, cutting back but not eliminating.
I have been visiting back and forth with Joanie and working up more of her songs. Art injured his arm just as the lockdown happened, so he has barely played his accordions since, daily practicing electric guitar on youtube.
As I have the Capricorn stellium moving into my 12th house, I am setting up my retreat, practicing hermitage in my understory studio, befriending little black scorpions that live under every wooden structure here–plus moles? voles?