Author: kirabug

Day 555:

I miss barbecue sauce.

I wish I’d learned how to cook before landing on this rock.

Day 554:

I’m practicing my sewing on making cushions that I can see if I’ve gotten this gut-string right yet. It’s also kind of nice to think I can make something to sit on other than the bed that isn’t literally rock hard.

I’ve got a ton of wood available to make furniture from, and I’m thinking a chair might be nice.

I think this was the kind of stuff my ancestors did over the winter, but so far there’s still no sign of a season change, so unless there’s an extremely long orbit on this rock, it’s not tilted at an angle and the seasons are determined by the latitude and the elevation.

Which would explain the snow on the mountains that are virtually in my backyard, anyway…

Day 553:

I’m trying to make good thread. Most of the “thread” that I’ve made for sewing the mattresses together and things like that have been strips of ducken skin or similar, but it can be challenging to cut the strips thin enough to make them convenient to sew with.

So I’m experimenting with trying to dry ducken intestine to use as a smaller, smoother sewing medium, but so far I suck at it. Either it’s so dried that it’s brittle or it’s not dried enough and it’s kind of gross within a day or two.

So still experimenting. Smellily.

Day 552:

Not a lot to report. The anvil is settled in its position in my workshop, the holes I put in the local hills mining are well underway to repair, the pigs and duckens are multiplying like bunnies, and I’m seriously considering doing some sewing so I have enough clothes I can wash one set while wearing another.

(It’s not so much that I’m afraid to walk around naked for propriety’s sake as it is that things here very much like to try to kill me, so even when I’m sleeping I’m wearing leather armor.)

So I spent the day measuring and cutting and tomorrow I’ll do some sewing. Or leather working. Or whatever you want to call the creation of spare leather pajamas.

Day 551:

I actually found myself with more wood than I knew what to do with, thanks to my landscaping techniques. So I’ve stocked up on crate parts, making it so I can throw a crate together pretty quickly and with only a few extra parts. Yay, I’m the deserted asteroid equivalent of Henry Ford!