One of my Loyal Fans warned me yesterday that if I didn't post more often I would lose my audience (except for her mother she pointed out who "doesn't have anything to do.") So tonight, I apply personal discipline and sit before the keyboard to type.

This week I have created art by leaving a leaky water hose outside in the freezing weather. The resulting ice sculpture now is about three feet high and fifteen feet long. It incorporates a bicycle that I had meant to move for some time, and the stones for my someday-to-be-built barbecue.

of course, this piece of art represents Man's struggle against the Machine. (I have no idea what this means, but it seems to be a safe and oft repeated bit of positive commentary on other pieces of art that are just as pointless as mine.) It also represents Fred's Amusement at filling his Absent Neighbor's Yard with a small glacier.

I continue to spent about two hours a day gathering, chain sawing and splitting fire wood. I am beginning to notice tat some of the nearby woods have taken on a park-like appearance as some strange force removes all the fallen trees and deadwood from among the boughs.