Day 568: Compost!

Day 568: I think I’ve figured out how to make a compost bin out of the old fence posts and some boards I have “laying around”. (“Laying around” in this case means “things I messed up making the first time and don’t have the heart to throw out.”)

If this works, I can eat the good carrots, and turn the not-so-great carrots back into fertilizer to use to make more carrots. Or wheat. Or grow some trees. But anyway not just throw into the river and make for murky water. Which is kind of nice.

Day 567: Stars

Day 567:

I don’t get  a lot of time to do any sky watching, because things try to kill me when I go outside. That’s a bit of a deterrent.

When I do have the opportunity, I see a brilliantly clear sky and thousands of stars, and a moon.

No signs of space travel though. Not even any shooting stars.

It makes me feel small and alone, and not in the greeting card or meme way.

I might be here until I die.

Day 566: An almost perfect spring day

Day 566:

Being topside this much, it’s hard not to get caught up in how beautiful it is here. The weather’s a perfect spring temperature, the fields are always filled with beloved creatures and the occasional exploding murderous mutant, the sun is out more days than not, the wind blows gently…

There are no frogs.

I would one hundred percent that it was spring every single day here, if it weren’t for the frogs. When it’s spring, the frogs sing incessantly. Other than my domesticated animals making animal noises all day like a toddler’s room gone amok, (and the occasional groan/yell/threat/hiss of a murderous mutant) there are no animal noises here. No crickets, no frogs, no songbirds…

It’s an almost perfect spring day. But not quite.

Day 565: lake uncovered

Day 565:

The lake that was an underground lake is now an overground lake and I found a really big cache of ore so that is now also liberated for the glory of The Company. Or more likely it is liberated to make underground tunnels so I don’t get murdered traveling to the big mountain. But you get the idea.

There were more exploding giraffe-corgis this morning but I “dispatched” them pretty quickly. The wood here grows so straight that it’s easy to carve good arrow shafts, and I think that’s most of what’s saving me because deep space knows I have no idea how aerodynamics work.

Well, I’m getting a gut feel for it at this point, but I couldn’t explain why it works.

Day 564: nope

Day 564:

Today was “get greeted by 3 exploding giraffe-corgis at the front door” day.

I hate “get greeted by 3 exploding giraffe-corgis at the front door” day.

I went back to bed. Slept a long time, got up, shot the explosion beasts, made some ducken soup, and now I’m going back to bed again.