Last evening here. We went for a long walk and didn’t see a soul. Turned about in the end as we weren’t certain where we were exactly but knew that the path was still heading in the wrong direction. These tame woods aren’t going to be trouble to get lost in. Maybe you’ll meet a frightened Mailreader with a shotgun but there are no lions or tigers or bears, oh my. Or snakes. Or bad insects. How lucky we are that the primary threat to our well being is each other.
We had salmon, fresh and baked, with tatties and broccoli. Good healthy scran. Trying to make sure I recharge here as being solitary in the woods can be a recipe for disaster if you have my propensities. Look what happened to Kerouac. Gotta have liver function. If I was on my own out here I would try to make sure I didn’t just stack up with wine and hallucinogens and get found ten years later with incomprehensible pencil scrawled all over the walls as I babble about the ancient ones and try and sell you my new religion. On which subject, Ozzie Osbourne died. Lou is with me and she’s reading about it. 76, which isn’t bad when you’ve cooked yourself to that extent, but still sad.
A peaceful evening once again here for me. No biting the heads off hamsters. Some lines to learn for a tape but other than that not much new really. We are in a lovely place. We are slowing down in it. That is a good thing.
Pushing back into the world from tomorrow. I could absolutely live here, and be happy, but how the hell would I make enough money to pay for what would end up being daily trips to the butchers and the fishmongers for increasingly fine ingredients? Better to get back into the fray. Money doesn’t happen by mistake.
I priced up a job for a friend and sent a quote. I paid myself back all my expenses from Germany. It wasn’t an entirely null day, but largely it was. We went and met some goats. Goats like Lou. Three years ago today a goat tried to climb in the window of our hire car in Kefalonia and very nearly managed it. If it had, perhaps it would still be with us today. I could use a few goat friends if I lived out here with the new religion, the ancient ones and the hallucinogens.
Sun is falling. Tomorrow it’ll likely come back up. But I’m gonna unplug and say goodbye to it, just in case. We take these things for granted.
AlBarclay 