Sitting by the fire.....
That killer white pine, leaning toward some bedrooms, is now in burnable pieces. Got a fat insurance Co. check to replace the roof damage she, her branches and the ocean wind did. Before spliting large trunk pieces into morsels, it was surprising how many Mainers the "free wood" sign attracted. Put a "free" sign on a dead cat on the lawn here, and some bearded crusty north woods character will take it, feeling happy to be getting a deal. People said they used the stuff to make all sort of items..... bowls, spoons, lake dock walkover platforms, table legs, and so on. Burning the rest in the yard in controlled fashion, rather than pay to take it to the dump. Break from the usual summer coastal boat trip. Not the best wood for stoves. But how the mind wonders in the fire induced warmth, flickering consuming flames, and attendant near induced trance. As in driving long distances, where autopilot miles pass, without awareness of driving functions, tossing needed branch pieces into the flames just seems to happen, while the thoughts flow. How to rewrite the draft of memoirs, what has been my role in lifes's woes, plusses/minuses of a next partner, new riffs for another song. Or, are the numerical repetitions seen near universally when applying chaos theory to examine observations in everything from heart palpitations to weather more than mere quirks of math? Yikes! Aa.
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