I am so tired.
Another garden today… cleared and partly dug.
Train goes by.
Painted the base coast on a bunch of secret art projects. And found out some tools are too weak for the job. Drank and worked from Dawn to Dusk.
Me so tired. Me so not horny.
This place is looking so fucking great. I wish I knew then what I know now. So it goes.
I looked in the mirror today. So strange to see me in the mirror.
I look weirdly young without my beard. Except for the crinkles around my eyes when I smile and laugh, I look like a kid.
I gotta grow my beard back fast. My face freaks me out.
I did find a way to go back in time sortof. It isn’t perfect.
It is easier to jump into the future.
I pray to god, wondering what will happen. But I am the only god who listens to me… and that god is not sympathetic a listener to prayers.
One Rule when you own lots of land. Make lots of trails to all parts of it. Hmmm…. actually that should be important but I guess more basic stuff needs to be first… but trails are very important.
And you can train workers to cut a trail along the same level… like a topographical map line… like a terracing line….
All the land should get cut and cute with these. People can walk far at the same level.
Here it reduces the risk of forest fire since the fires burn low in the needles of the fur trees fallen to the ground. So trails reduce forest fire risk. This is a dry place, like the east side of the cascades. (Cascades mountains in Washington state, USA. Plus, when you make trails then you find cool places. Places where a special bird nests, places with cool rocks, place with old trees.
Place to use, places to protect.

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