Day 792:
I have settled into skeleton horse ownership although I admit my brain stem is still jibbering with fear every time I mount it.
I suspect that’s normal. Or as normal as anything else here.
Mined more mountain today, and hit a good pocket of coal, so I’m set for fuel for a while. Or at least, burnable fuel. My food stocks are starting to get low again so at some point I’m going to have to expand my garden and grow more vegetables… or decide to rotate them a bit more when I eat them. The problem is that once one isn’t forced to eat pumpkin every day in a row, one doesn’t really want to do it… it’s a good thing to mix in carrots and potatoes and wheat grains.
I really wish this place had peas. I miss peas. And maybe corn. Not as much as peas.
Can’t say I miss the brassicas (cauliflower, broccoli, cabbage, etc.) at all….
Anyway, here’s a picture of my horse tethered to a horse post. The horse doesn’t have a name yet because I’m still stinging from having named Bob the Ducken ages ago and then promptly losing him. This place is hard on life.
