ok that was a more profoundly offline experience than i'd been expecting

So my phone could register some kind of cellphone network from the end of the dock at the camp, sometimes, if I didn't touch the phone too much. But I could barely send and receive texts, let alone load webpages, so it was kind of... well, it was profound, the stillness and disconnectedness.

When I was out in the canoe I'd get all my texts from the last day or so all in one lump.

I have a billion photos and little videos, and I discovered, sitting on the dock, that there's now a timelapse feature on my camera phone so like, brace yourselves, Internet.

I'll update more later but I'm back at the farm and someone aged five and a half is attending extremely closely with her face in my face. :)

Sorry if I missed anything important, either on here or in the world in general. I don't have the slightest idea what happened while I was gone.

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I give up, I'm at skip=300 on my flist and i know i'm nowhere near the end. i'm sorry if i missed stuff.
i gotta go do a lot of laundry and stuff.
i'm back at the farm; while dude was still here, before he left for buffalo this morning, i had him and Sister and BIL help me move the yurt on its platform, so that it's up against the south edge of the platform; the rain comes in under the wall from that south edge because it's sloped wrong, and moving the whole thing means it hopefully won't do that, or will do it less. that's what i hope anyway.

i also put up another bit of clothesline, so all my laundry is hanging out there. i got my vacation stuff all washed, so that was a good start, but now i have the filthy towel i used to clean the standing water from the yurt floor to deal with. i can probably throw it in along with the egg towels in the barn sometime.

i have a bunch of image editing to do, i took several hundred photos on my phone and various cameras.
i did practice banjo a bit, which was good. i think i can learn the Handsome Molly variant in time to impress our teacher...

and i wrote over 10k in the solarpunk cyborgs story while i was there, and my conviction is deep that i need to keep going until i find the story and then carve most of it back off. *eyeroll* oh well.


“And thirdly,” Rusada said, ticking off one more finger, “my dear brother thanks you for your intriguing and charming offer for his younger half-brother, but begs your indulgence; Ena will be setting up his own household once the succession has been decided and the situation is more stable, and so the young man is not entertaining any offers of courtship at this time, until he has his own secure footing from which to contemplate them. He wishes me to understand that the young man is very flattered, however, and was most earnest that you should not feel your offer has been rejected.”

“My what,” Liatra said, dumbfounded.
( of course the heroine has accidentally proposed marriage to the protagonist, this is my jam )