DAY ONE - SIX

D A Y O N E


They were filming here, which is why I am just starting to go to bed and it’s 3:38am.
A horror movie. There was much screaming. My claim to fame is that I talked to the “soup nazi” you know, from Seinfeld. He didn’t act at all like the soup nazi, though.


A moth just attacked the computer then my neck; I suspect it’s from the glow. Once I shut this down, it will go for the lava lamp. Yeah I found a lava lamp here and plugged it in and the hue is quite pleasant, the gob’s movement quite mesmerizing.

You can see the stars here, clear and bright, if you go outside and look up.
Also, there is a paper cutter and wood burning stove in this room.




D A Y T H R E E


It’s 7:37AM and I took my morning pee in the great outdoors then tip toed into the main house to make coffee and toast. Also I will have some yogurt with honey. Then I will wander around the premises which are much vaster than I originally thought. Will get back to this after that.

Ooops I burnt the toast because I was writing this.


Oh tried to take a shower. I ended up washing my hair in the sink.

The three of us perused the grounds. We jumped on the trampoline. Tried to chop wood. And found all four of the parameters. I want to make a map, my own map of the land.





D A Y F O U R



So anyways I got home here and the dogs greeted me with curious barks.

I no longer need to turn on the trail lights to get to my den from the main house.

Ate some yogurt then came back here and greeting Scully with cuddles and pets. And she greeted me with purrs and chirps.

I’m up in the loft. I still have to carry Scully up and down the ladder. It’s pretty cute. Amanda and I both tried to teach her how to master the ladder, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen.

I’m in bed typing this. She’s all curled up now. She’s all I have.



D A Y F I V E

Slept way later than I wanted. It’s all about the morning light here. I’m still catching through the trees at 11am. Inexplicable dreams

Scully is currently making her curious questioning helpme meow as she tried to figure alternative ways to get up to the loft.

I’m hoping she and Maya, the cat who lives here, can get along. Maya’s been nothing but sweet but Scully all skitzed out from the move and territorial in general. I think Scully would benefit from a cat friend when I’m not around. The dogs, sweet as can be, are big and scary to her I’m sure. But she doesn’t hiss, she just stares intently and backs away.


The tap water here isn’t tap water. It’s well water. And it’s delicious.

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Made some French Toast on the cast iron, topped with yogurt and berries and a touch of agave nector. Percolated espresso coffee with soymilk. Took Scully for a little walk… well, she took me. Slowly introducing her to the grounds outside our little den.





D A Y S I X


Woke up without an alarm on time. There’s this crazy clock. I would say it’s noisy, because it is, but then you would start hearing that conventional tick-tock. This clock makes the strangest noise, it’s insistence and constant, and kinda psychedelic. Anyways, I’ve come to like it. And I’ve always hated clock noises. This one doesn’t sound like time edging on one second at a time; it sounds like time constantly in radical flux. Also, it creates an ambient noise inside the den as a buffer to the outside creeking and howling.

BIG NEWS: Scully now goes up AND down the ladder.


Today is lovely. I’m drinking tea. Just ate a bagel with half cream cheese half butter and a smidgen of jelly across it all. And yogurt with a little salt and a blackberry. Typing this outside on the picnic table as the trees filter the sun into patterns.

I’m starting to get an idea of what kind of home environment life style I truly want.

Involving much Solitude.

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