Day 18:
Woke up, headed down into the basement to do more mining, almost got blown up by a hideous green thing right there about 200 feet from where I was walking.
The good news is I’m starting to learn their pace and if I can draw them away from my work area they don’t blow up my stuff.
The bad news is that usually I still get hit by the shockwave, and I’m pretty sure that can’t be good for my internal organs. Or any of the rest of me.
I’m hoping that the rock I’m using is the cheapest, so that when The Company comes for me, they don’t feel compelled to tear the walls down. This is a lot of work to do to have it wrecked, even if it is a temporary thing.
Later in the day I went out to chop down some trees. That sounds horrible when I put it like that, and it’s strictly against Company policy. On the other hand, the wood here is thick and solid and makes a good fence. It seems the easiest way for me to catch a horse is just going to be to install a fence around one. They don’t seem to run away from me, but they yell a lot if I try to ride them. If I fence a couple in, at least I can slowly train them, I hope, instead of trying to train different horses every day based on who happens to be grazing in the area.
I’m lonely. I go out and hug the cows pretty frequently, but I’d like to have someone to talk to that isn’t a chicken.
I’m starting to sketch more, or take more time with my sketches. I’m not claiming to remember anything at all from high school art class, but, well, it’s better than a quick line drawing. Plus, I’ve figured out how to make something a little like watercolors out of the local mud for brown, and some of the flowers for colors. Not much to go on here, but better than a plain journal I guess.
ps. Just watched a chicken push a cow across the porch, so we know who’s in charge around here. Ain’t me. Ain’t the cow either.
