Fall Waxing Dark Moon
Dan the fence guy came and measured the fenceline for our garden. He hopes to finish by tomorrow and I hope he does. Rigel will then be relegated to digging holes in the woods and the backyard rather than the garden and the orchard. This home’s most expensive dog greeted Dan with a lot of energy.
Kate’s doing a bit more each day, though she still tires easily. She walks without her walker for short distances and stood up for a good bit last night to cook the Danish pancakes. Her recovery is a testimony to Viking pillaging genes, I think. No Viking would let a bad back stop them from raiding a monastery or sacking a castle.
Dan has had back troubles, too. In fact, he goes in to see the top spine surgeon at the U on Monday. He had surgery on L-5/S-1 twelve years ago and now has trouble there again and in his neck. He keeps telling Jake, his cousin, that he can have the fence business, but that he needs to protect his back.
After burning through the majority of the new toys I bought yesterday, Rigel and Vega seem enchanted with the frozen peanut butter Kongs. A good sign.
Here’s a link to a fascinating Scientific American article on economics titled Does Economic Violate the Laws of Physics? It raises issues I would put in the conceptual arena of the commons. It makes a ton of sense to me.