Day 136: Soaking and sandy

Day 136:

I’ve been harvesting sand all day. I melt it down in my furnace to make a weak but functional glass, so that I can see out and get some light into some of the areas where I work. The intertidal zones around what I’m assuming is an ocean are  mostly sand and the occasional blob of clay.

Here’s an oddity: I haven’t had to filter the sand. There are no animals, no bugs, no crabs, no beetles, no mussels… the sand here is empty. Sterile.

There should be bugs here.

There are no mosquitos. No ants. No bugs of any time. The animals all eat plants.

There should be bugs.

watercolor of a tree on a sandy island just off the shore in the sea, and the sandy shore, and grass all around.
one of the ocean inlets where I harvest sand

Day 135: Mountains and caves

Day 135:

A hundred and thirty five days.

I’m covered in mud and ducken feces. I’ve lost a lot of weight. I’m bruised most of the time. But I’m healthy.

I’m lonely. This notebook is the only “person” I have to talk to. The cows are nice, I mean, Bessie loves me as much as a non-earth cow probably could. But it’s not the same as people. It’s certainly not the same as people who speak your language.

I want to go home.

Sometimes I have to say that out loud, or it feels like I’ll forget it altogether.

line sketch of a broken heart.

Day 134: More on trees

Day 134:

Trying to shore up the landscaping here, I’m doing my best not to have too much of an impact on the environment. Part of that is replanting trees when I harvest some. There are enough seeds that I generally don’t have too much of a problem accomplishing this, in fact I have more problems because I’m overplanting than that I’m stripping the plants.

It helps that the trees sprout and grow to full size in 3 days. Even on the rainiest of days we don’t get enough soil erosion that the environment changes irrevocably from the deforestation before the trees go back.

I’m pretty sure that environmentalists on Earth would be jealous.

watercolor of a seedling emerging from a seed. It has two large oak-like leaves on a twig-thick stem.
It stays like this for about 15 minutes once it hits dirt. Back up when planting or find yourself in the air. They’re kind of loud when they grow too.

Day 133: Trees

Day 133:

There are a couple different kinds of trees here. There are huge thick trees that produce a wood the color of a dark oak or mahogany. There are thinner trees that definitely represent oaks. And now today, there are white-barked trees that remind me of birches back home.

None of the leaves for any of these trees are anything like on Earth. They’re mossy  and much more fractal in every direction, like a bush with a skin condition.

But they make good firewood and they make decent handles for tools, so I’m happy with them.

watercolor of 3 badly drawn trees. leftmost is a giant oak the height of the paper. in the center is a regular oak about 2/3 of the height of the giant oak. on the right is a light-colored birch the height of the oak.
Not a lot of variety, considering.

Day 132: dig dig dig

Day 132:

Digging holes, collecting rocks, still puzzling about my cliff.

a line sketch of bobby the ducken sleeping with his beak almost touching the ground and his wing tucked. Labeled "bobby sleeping while I work."
Being a ducken is apparently exhausting.