{"id":2544,"date":"2019-04-12T13:01:26","date_gmt":"2019-04-12T20:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=2544"},"modified":"2019-06-04T19:56:19","modified_gmt":"2019-06-05T02:56:19","slug":"apr-12-2019","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2019\/04\/12\/apr-12-2019\/","title":{"rendered":"APR 12 2019 Keep on"},"content":{"rendered":"

“The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keeping on.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I slowed down my van, so as not to scare the flock of swans, geese and ducks. I had my camera\u00a0 out took six or seven pictures. So I thought. My camera never fired. Sad about that, but it was nice to see them back.\"\"<\/p>\n

I know its time I bought a digital camera. My old Samsung is wearing out. I could buy one of the new Huaweis with the secret back door for spying built in. But I wont<\/p>\n

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\nYup I did that thing again. I emptied the wheelbarrow. So it had to be filled again. Now that the snow is gone and enough of the wood pile has been chopped I can get to the logs below. Left over from the last logging truck load. Ugly wet poplar wood, been on the ground four or five years. I am not sure if it will light right now. But in a few days it will. Stuff dries fast once indoors.<\/p>\n

I could hardly walk going out there my body had just given up all at once. Everything was sore. Nothing worked, chopping was extremely hard. Even the wrist I thought was my good one had given out. I just kept on keeping on till I was inside with the wood again. Fire is cold. I stuff some cardboard and wet bark in there. I hope in a few hours it will dry out. I won’t need the fire right now but later, in the early morning I will.<\/p>\n

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