Saturday, April 02, 2011


Gas mask on. Hand goes back and forth, up and down. For five hours I condition then seal the wood in the upstairs door frames of the farmhouse. (Tomorrow I’ll do the doors.)

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Late, as the afternoon light begins to fade, my daughter shows up and suggests a walk. Yes, gladly. Even a gas mask doesn’t fully protect against the odor. 


Outside? Gorgeous day! Just about a mile south of the farmhouse, we cross lands that belong to the Nature Conservancy. Thoughts of door frames and moving fade. The day is too lovely. The sun -- ridiculously warm.