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Project/fifth weekAt least now, when I spend a couple of hours in my self-induced Purgatory I can actually tell that I was there; whereas previously,┬áhours upon hours of labor resulted primarily in musculoskeletal aches and pains and assorted soft-tissue injuries, which of course still happens, it’s just that it is now accompanied by aesthetic structural progress. Thanks be to God. Lord Have Mercy. Christ Have Mercy…

Mortar is forgiving, stone is not. There is something in mortar that is terribly bad for skin. I discovered this after defaulting to my hands for packing the mortar into the joints. I was wearing gloves of course, but apparently the mortar managed to get inside and when I took the gloves off a couple of hours later it was similar, I imagine, to bilateral wrist-seal failures while on a space walk. It felt like I still had gloves on, so foreign did my skin feel and for days the desiccated skin would catch on clothing and pretty much anything I picked up or happened to touch. My hands felt like Velcro. Thankfully, I stumbled upon some better gloves that were actually cheaper–imagine that.

From the Skycam

From the Skycam

I’ve one more level to finish, then the entry, then the low-voltage lights, then the cobblestone circle in the biggest part, then it’ll be Christmas-time.

Things seemed to take a turn for the better after returning from Ludington Michigan last weekend where I performed a small animal sacrifice to the Sun God:

Thermonuclear

Thermonuclear

 

It occurred to me on a beach just outside of the Ludington State Park. I espied the Sun-God atop this wooden structure quite by accident and was struck by his magnificence and power burning into my retinas. As I cast my eyes about for a suitable offering (Sue was already far up the beach) a wounded seagull limped across the sand; but before I leapt upon it with my unsheathed Leatherman, I felt a ferocious sting on the meat of my left bicep. Thinking that the pretty horsefly with the iridescent wings would do nicely instead, I offered up a humble prayer while simultaneously slapping it with the palm of my hand.

Call it coincidence, but ever since then my project has been progressing much more smoothly, and the end is at least in sight.