It turns out that the storm didn’t blow past, it took the scenic route. And arrived at 4:45am. At least that’s what time the lightning and ensuing thunder woke me up. I enjoy thunderstorms when I’m awake, but that’s a bit of a frazzling way to get woken up! More thunderheads on the horizon again. I may go to sleep with earplugs in tonight rather than putting them in when the thunder wakes me up.
When I finally got up this morning, it was raining, and the roof was leaking. No surprise out here, so I got bowls put out, and marked a new leak on the roof with yellow carpenter’s crayon. It’d be super tacky, but handier, to mark the floor instead. “In the event of rain, place bucket here.”
I went back into town today and got another Loon Lake postcard, one for Nikki. I wrote out Mike’s and the one to Mckenna and Jacob yesterday. I found out that there is a post office in Loon Lake as well, so instead of just keeping the postcard I got for myself, I addressed it to myself, stuck a stamp on it, and I’m hoping it’ll arrive with a Loon Lake postmark on it!
So far today I’ve caught two more sunfish. I also sort of caught a third when I accidentally knocked the crayfish trap off the dock back into the water, and a fish swam into it. Of course, I got startled and threw it back in and the fish got out. The crayfish trap with the dead bullfish in it has been catching a lot of crawdads. I videoed a couple I set loose on the dock. They’re pretty weird and creepy, and like little bitty freshwater lobsters.
Tonight is my last night here, and I don’t want to go back to the real world, even if it does get a little lonely entertaining myself.
My right hand is cramped up in a way that hasn’t happened since I was working on my Grandmother’s Flower Garden quilt too much. Ironically, I think it was out here that the hand cramping was the worst, the year Dad and I came out in late September and it was too cold to do anything. This time my hand is cramped from cutting branches off big branches that Dad cut down while he was here. Note to self: buy new pruning shears for the cabin next time I come out – the ones out here are utter garbage, and that was way more work than it needed to be!
I got the windowsills around the outside of the porch wiped down tonight, all except the one behind the washing machine. That curtain is latched down, and to get at the latch I’d have to move the washer, so no-go there. I also tracked mud in earlier when it was rainy and I brought in some firewood, so I mopped the linoleum by the front door. I’m also caught up on dishes, so that’s less to worry about in the morning.
When the sun went down there were still thunderheads on the horizon, but as I’ve just finished discovering, the sky above is still clear. The stars out here are absolutely amazing. I was able to see the milky way, three shooting stars, and after watching long enough, a satellite. Unless I’ve completely got my directions hosed, it was moving South to North, which may make it a spy satellite rather than commercial space junk.
The moon is rising again, golden yellow like last night.
An after-the-fact note to self: Do offline blogging in Notepad, not Word. For some reason when doing a copy-paste from Word, Blogger threw a hissy fit and kept coming up with some HTML or formatting error. Sheesh. Had to copy from Word to Notepad, and then from Notepad to Blogger.