Day 577:
The invisible human and the llamas were long gone this morning.
But last night, they’d been heading toward the hills where I’ve been working.
I climbed them again today and saw nothing that indicated there’s any kind of life in that direction…
but…
in the direction of the big mountain, I saw what just might have been a whisp of smoke, as if there’s a cooking fire, or maybe even a village over there.
So my hope is renewed.
But I’m not yet prepared to climb the mountain. I have sheep now, and their wool is just about long enough to shear off, I think, so I need to make sheep scissors. Shearers. Thingies.
And then I need to teach myself to spin
Fortunately, I know how to knit. One needs something to do between the stars, and pretty much everyone in The Company knew how to turn a heel and bind off a cable stitch when I left.
(I wonder if they’re still out there. I waffle between furiously hoping they are and furiously hoping they aren’t.)
So tomorrow: sheep shearing. And maybe cracking open one of these pumpkins to see if it has seeds.