Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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Friday, April 25 2008
It's not just the midges that torment me in this otherwise perfect season. Tender young leaves of Poison Ivy are now springing forth on the vines that grow at the north end of the house. Poison Ivy is a rare plant up here at the top of the Hurley Mountain escarpment, but north end of the house happens to be where I've been working on dissecting the hatchback. It's not as if I didn't know that Poison Ivy grew here, but I thought I'd be able to avoid it or that it would stay dormant for another week. Now I have a few itchy spots on my feet from where I've brushed against it.
I had to move the hatchback anyway so I could remove the passenger side door. So by this evening I'd parked it under the basketball hoop about forty feet to the west, far from any Poison Ivy (and further from any trees, the midges' base of operations). The basketball hoop gave me an idea for a possible way to hoist out the engine and transmission. Perhaps I could attach a series of pulleys to the engine and to the top of the basketball goalpost. To get this to work, I'd have to support the goalpost with additional posts because its base, a large block of rocks and concrete, isn't actually attached to the ground. (Occasionally I throw basketballs at that hoop, but for the most part it stands abandoned and forlorn, having rusted a great deal since we moved here five and a half years ago.)



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