I’m still getting nasty headaches and I had to make a hat with a wide brim to try to make the sun’s glare off the water not quite as horrible. So whatever I did a few days ago, I did an epic job of it.
Meanwhile, I went out to my favorite fishing spot and on my way there a skeleton shot me in the shoulder. He won’t be shooting anyone anymore, but in the meantime, that’s one more injury to account for.
Have to say I’m pretty impressed with the armor I made a while ago. The arrow penetrated it, but only so far as to give me a bad scratch. As long as the arrow isn’t poisoned I should be OK.
While fishing today I caught a saddle, and that saddle was smaller than the horse ones I’ve been finding.
But it did fit my pig.
So after everything else was done tonight I rode my pig around my paddock.
Because everyone’s got to have some fun occasionally, and the pig didn’t seem to mind.
Over the past few days I’ve brought in a lot of fish, which is good. I’ve also brought in three fishing rods, mostly in disrepair, and a strange glowing book.
I tossed the book onto a pile of tools when I took it out of my pack, and it caught fire. That caused some panic, and a real stench too I might add. I have no idea how it caught fire but when it was done the top pickaxe glowed funny. It seems lighter to swing, easier on the arm.
I’ve decided not even to ask questions…. but to be more careful where I put odd glowing books in the future.
Meanwhile I’m eyeing up the fish skins on these fish I’m smoking and wondering if I can use them to make summer clothes.
Fishing: it’s easy on the brain pan. Which is to say I’ve found a nice sunny spot along the water where I can fish and not get snuck up on by monsters or anything else. (Occasionally a ducken swings by to say hello.)
The problem is that it is sunny with a capital sunburn so at the moment I’m wearing the same heavy armor I wear down in the caves, to protect myself. I don’t have anything else with long sleeves and a lid. And that means I’m not, because armor is not designed for fishing in the sun.
So I’m contemplating how one would make a cotton fiber kind of stuff from the wheat we have here, and not succeeding.
But I have lots of time to think about it, because I’m fishing.
I’m not hungry, at all, but I’m forcing myself to eat. I know things like proteins and fats and vegetables are required to heal.
But I’m also a bit low on chicken, having gotten down (finally!) to the last of the smoked chicken I had stored up from the last time I made a mattress.
I’m thinking maybe a few days of fishing are in order.