July 20 The Write Thing

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

Benjamin Franklin

I did my morning tour of duty including a a large deposit in the compost bucket. Don’t ask and I won’t say any more.

The trip to the pond to get more water boatman and weeds mixed with some murky water was embarked upon. It would have been good to remember the huge storm last night. The rain poured heavy and the tall grass I had to walk through was soaked.

Back inside, a filtering bucket was filled. A clean water jug for the cats was also filled. Water was distribited as was food for the cats. I did notice that litterboxes needed fresh litter. That would be a Sunday thing.

I am back upstairs, doing the write thing. Sorry no pictures today, during yesterdays heatwave, I managed to drain all my rechargeable devices dry including my camera, which most people also would use as a phone.

Everything was plugged in and charging. My new fan, my light/bug zapper, soon even my air purifier needed a charge.

Well I am off to pour some oatmilk over some flax cereal. Then it is time to finish building my latest starship and head off to the Starfield to kill bad guys.

I guess I enjoy doing that must because the years I spent in the military during the cold war, the last one.

I ran my battery box too low. I had take abreak from Starfield. While it was charging I decided to get one of the three litter boxes done.

Outside was smoky, I found an old covid mask and hauled the litter box outside. While I was there I thought I should gat another bucket full of water boatman and water.

Back inside doors shut tight to keep wildfire smoke out, I poured the water, weeds, and bugs through pre-screens before the pressed carn
Bon filters.

I was doing good till I remembered no pics taken today. Maskless I ventured out on the back deck with my breath held and snapped a few.