It was not a pleasant walk. The humidity and the flies oppressed me from all sides and angles. The trees complained of the heat with their stature and color. There's fluid in my ears that has no hope of ever getting cleared.
It was not a beautiful morning.
But, I feel safe. No I'm not reflecting on how the good God has taken care of me. I'm just feeling.
I tried ADHD meds for a year or so and they had an adverse effect on me - apparently interacting with the other meds I'm on. At this moment I am not in a panic, I am not afraid of what is going to happen next, I feel safe.
It's been a weird week getting used to feeling ok again.
I was watching a video where some guys were splitting a large log and they had a lot of wooden mallets.
So I needed a wooden mallet. This is not it. This is the result of wanting a wooden mallet but I don't know how useful this will be. It looks cool! I'm calling it a Druid's Warhammer (because druids can't use metal and such).
It was buggy so I got it fired and charred. It isn't done, it still needs some more filing done so the handle fits right. Maybe it will be a good druid warhammer? I may try to smash something with it.
There is some other woods that I will try to make a wooden mallet out of. The charredness is a Japanese style called Yakisugi (americanized into Shou sugi ban)... and it gets my hands all black playing with it. When I get everything right I'll wire brush it again (with a mask on this time) and... seal it? Yakisugi translates into burnt cedar as in cedar siding. This is not cedar nor is it siding. Maybe just like some mineral oil? The whole point of charring the outside of the cedar was to preserve it from weathering. I would feel silly sealing it. I'll figure it out.
This is a friends camper that they are giving me.
Needs a little TLC but it does have A/C (as long as it's plugged in). This is plan (what are we at now? F?) this is plan F. I will take camper and van somewhere where I don't die when I go outside and fix up the van. At this present moment I have a stuff problem.
That is most of my earthly belongings - there's some more stuff in my parents house like clothes and things.
You may be asking: "Matt what are you doing this for again?" Well you can read the about section from the homepage for the full ordeal. The short version is I feel called to live smaller. At one point it was about a girl but that's not a thing anymore. I've wanted to live small for much longer than any girl I've considered getting involved with.
Also in the shot is dad's truck which I cleaned on Friday, we (dad and I) cleaned up the portable awning Saturday/Sunday for vacation - like scrapped the rust and paint off and repainted it, today I will park my car there and deep clean it. You see those two pairs of handles in front of dad's truck? One of those things is a grass grabber for the little tractor dad has. Funny story time: A frog lived under that for like a week. It was damp and cool - frog has the right idea.
Why is this funny? Frogs make a lot of weird sounds. I thought there was a puppy or small animal stuck in the shed, I also thought I heard it scream, and other weird sounds. No wonder people think swamps are haunted. "Oh yeah, I guess it does sound like a werealligator is breathing down our necks this very second. But don't let it bother you, that's just the frogs." [distant sound of frogs laughing which sounds like a car crash].
I'm convinced it was playing with me for kicks and giggles. It's probably one of the frogs I saved from the road having a laugh.
Now you're caught up!
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