The Stars are Out Again

The prefab house above us now has a roof and some add-ons on the front and on the side. They've been working non-stop on it for three or four days, accompanied by spirited Mexican music. We're considering it a warm up for the construction to come, although being above us and with nothing between us but a field of burned trees, the sound does seem to carry. Our neighbor whose field it is came by yesterday and said she was certain it was illegal, but this is the county which doesn't seem able to accomplish much of anything. The neighbors will probably rebuild, but this thing looming above them doesn't help the decision....

The county is also responsible for the distribution of the Covid vaccine, but the article I read in the paper this morning about the appointment of a new county  'vaccine czar' was so full of mixed metaphors and complicated plans (we are in Phase 1B, tier1) as to be just about incomprehensible. The administrators are beginning to outnumber the  clients. They can plan all they want but if they don't have any vaccine to distribute, none of the plans mean much. John called the number his doctor gave him and was told that all appointments for the next two weeks were filled. No advice given on what to do next.

John has to hook up the irrigation to the fire garden, but it took him an hour each to dig two plant holes through layers of rock, clay, gravel and weed cloth (some of it six inches deep) and he moved on to other things that didn't involve being on his knees....I carted  emptied plant pots filled with rocks and roots, burned tarps, and cut pieces of weed  cloth to the trash.

There is a table out there which will go to Tim whenever he is able to come get it. In the meanwhile it has become covered with trowels, hand rakes, dirty gloves, scissors, digging tools of various kinds, a whisk broom and a pile of rusted staple things used to hold down the irrigation hose. I sorted through all that, returned everything to it's proper place (if there is such a thing with storage places on three different levels) and have emptied the table. I don't know where to put the three shovels two rakes and a broom leaning against the pump house, but I put the stars back up on the rebuilt fence which gave me a sense of some sort of completion....The biggest star was on the section of fence that we rebuilt with hog wire. We found it in the bushes and it was leaning it against the pump house. It looked good there, so I got John to help me hang it from in the pump house wall.

Dana is coming tomorrow to work on the rock garden and all that stuff will probably migrate back to the table again, but for the moment it is looking almost 'normal'. Yet another example of how there is no such thing....In fact, a table covered with tools and junk is probably closer to normal.