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Friday, July 7 2023

location: 800 feet west of Woodworth Lake, Fulton County, NY

Late this morning, Gretchen arrived with the dogs from Hurley. She'd stopped along the way at Pearl's Bagels in Albany to get various delicious bagel sandwiches. The one I'd ordered was the New York New York, which is a very "meaty" vegan sandwich containing vegan pastrami and other sources of deliciousness. These sandwiches are even good cold, but mine was still warm when I ate the first half. (It was so rich I saved the second half for a little later.)
At noon I took a break from what little remote workplace work I was doing to go down to the lake, where Gretchen had already gone. I managed to get the dogs to follow me down. At the time it was rather sunny and perfect weather for swimming, so I climbed onto the smaller black innertube and soaked my ass in the water while paddling around near the dock while talking about various things like the loathing we now have for Powerful.
Later in the afternoon, clouds came in and Gretchen came back from the lake. Eventually it began to rain, so I wasn't able to make any progress on my foundation insulation project. Instead I went down into the basement and did some more wiring using some of the electrical boxes and romex I'd bought recently (and that Gretchen had just brought up to the cabin) in the finished carpentry walls that form the doorway entrance inside the Bilco doors opening into the backyard. The act of pulling a romex cable up from below through a half-inch hole that already contained another such romex wire required lots of strength, and, since I pulling it into the space between two ceiling/floor joists, I couldn't pull it very far. So I had to make repeated motions with my left hand bent over the top-edge of some drywall. This resulted in an abrasion injury more than an inch in diameter, which I referred to as a "wrist rash."
Meanwhile Gretchen had made a yummy pasta meal involving peanut sauce, tempeh, and broccoli.


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