Day 707: Oh hello pit full of zombies

Day 707:

Nothing like digging west to figure out what’s out here safely only to find a pit with not one, not three, but seven zombies hanging out with a flock of ducken.

Some day I’ll figure out why the zombies don’t attack the ducken.

Maybe it’s the smell? I don’t know.

But the zombies are gone now and I have a pile of rotted meat the ducken won’t eat. In a pit. Far from home.

Kinda gross, actually.

Day 706: Swampy swamp

I’ve managed to clean up the area around the volcano without getting killed by the volcano.

It’s actually kind of cool — the whole southern area of the map is now cleaned up and neat and harder for things to murder me through.

I’m not sure that my friends would call me a miner anymore. I’m spending so much time on the surface I might as well be a landscaper.

On the other hand, “lawn” isn’t a thing people get in space. We have no single-family homes, no ranches, no trees…

But here there’s no coffee.

So maybe it’s a tie.

Day 705: Thinking about lily pads

Day 705:

There’s a bunch of lily pads outside on the river. They’re heavy enough to hold my weight when I go fishing, but light enough that I can accidentally catch them when I’m fishing. They seem pretty fragile, a good whack against the stem sends them loose. But on the other hand they’re sturdy enough to hold one however-many-pounds me.

It’s kind of fascinating, and maybe a metaphor for life, that we can be both sturdy enough for others to get a lift, and fragile enough to come tumbling down.

They also make a cute squish noise when I walk on them.

Day 704: Underwater, again

Day 704: It’s wet.

But there’s sand.

Does anyone know where I can get some neoprene sheep so I  can knit a proper wet suit?

I am so tired of being cold and wet.

Day 703: indoors again

Day 703:

There’s a very loud thunderstorm overhead and I’ve decided swinging metal tools over my head in this weather is a bad idea.

The nice part is that I don’t need to surface from my mining every few hours to see if it’s still there. It’s doing a very good job of telling me and I’m at least two stories underground.

The not-as-nice part about it is that I’m not outside cleaning up and there could be murderers creeping up on my home again even as I’m writing this.

But at least digging where I am (about a half a story under the river) is safer than digging under lava. Which is good because I’ve gotten drenched twice.