It rained a little last night, but was done by the time I was up and out. I walked in the park this morning. Two cycles instead of one. I captured all the portals in the park the first time around, and linked them all together the second go-round. I had the place to myself.
Some sinister trees threatening an abandoned baseball field.
Another sinister tree reminding me of my coronary arteries. "Don't eat that," it hisses.
(p.s.: black and white challenge for the brave!)
Malida talked with her mom this evening. We have a plot of land just outside the village, and are planning to build a little house there where we can stay when we are there. Today they started the first step, which is dumping 100 trucks-worth of soil for the foundation. Once dumped, the soil has to settle for a year before we can build, but Malida is already planning it out, all the way to the landscaping out front. She wants to know if I want my own room for an office, but I said no--just a shady spot outdoors.
I received a book in the mail. Lincoln in the Bardo, which was on at least a few of my friends favorite book lists. I read a bit of it, and am reminded of Winesburg, Ohio, which my grandfather gave me years ago. I am looking forward to reading it.