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In the ger. No sunshine today, so my solar lights are all dead. Turned off my LEDs, and have a couple of candles lit– tealights in jars on old roof slates, one sitting atop the kero heater and one atop a metal tray. I’ll sleep with those burning. I’m almost out of kero. I was going to get some today but there’s a whole Saga of How I Locked My Keys In My Car And Then Almost Cried About Broccoli that i’m not really up to telling at the moment, so I have no kero, so no heater. It’s only a low of 45 tonight, I should be fine. I haven’t told the Cashmere Sweater story either, probably, but I’m wearing one, I have one as pajamas, it’s ridiculously extravagant.
Anyway. Dark in here, and cold and damp– the yurt’s been watertight all along but today’s downpour means something leaked somewhere, the floor is squishy. But not the bed, so all is well. I had spare socks to change into, it’s fine.
I had to come post tho because of how hilariously terrified I got a second ago. There’s this– thumping, scuffing noise, somewhere close by. Like– an organic movement, something alive. Thumping and scuffing, and then thumping, and then some scuffing. It’s very faint, I can hardly hear it. But off a little ways in the distance, something’s restless, something’s moving around. I’m sitting here freaking the fuck out and straining to listen to it.
It’s a hollowish sort of noise, weird, kind of like– like maybe something big and heavy, moving on a yielding surface. Like– something hard, but scraping on something– wood, yeah, maybe wood.
Yeah, it’s like, it’s like hooves, on wood–
Oh. Hooves. On wood.
The pig house, which currently contains two enormous sows and 21 smallish pigs, is like, thirty feet away. It has a wooden floor. A raised wooden floor, such as would sound hollow when trodden upon by an animal with hooves. Such as, perhaps, a pig. Enough for sound to carry on a damp night, if not normally.
It’s the goddamn pigs. One of them got up and then all of them had to rearrange.
I mean, I can still be nervous, because why would one of them get up, they’re not very excitable. But still.
It’s stopped now. They’re asleep. It’s just my neighbors the pigs.
Though if you find me dead later, it probably wasn’t.
(this wouldn’t post, so I had to delete it, and I couldn’t save the tags as such, so here they are: OH NO NOT FUNNYadventures in the creepy woodsyurtlifefarm lifei also have a neighbor back at the creepy 18th century barnhe’s an injured turkey in the turkey hospitali.e. the chick brooderhe’s lonely in therebut his brothers and sisters would peck him to deathhe survived the Great Coyote Attackoh fuck what was THAT noisei am either going to sleep really well or not at all tonightit’s dead fucking still so i can hear everythingand there’s a lot of life in this neighborhood
In the ger. No sunshine today, so my solar lights are all dead. Turned off my LEDs, and have a couple of candles lit– tealights in jars on old roof slates, one sitting atop the kero heater and one atop a metal tray. I’ll sleep with those burning. I’m almost out of kero. I was going to get some today but there’s a whole Saga of How I Locked My Keys In My Car And Then Almost Cried About Broccoli that i’m not really up to telling at the moment, so I have no kero, so no heater. It’s only a low of 45 tonight, I should be fine. I haven’t told the Cashmere Sweater story either, probably, but I’m wearing one, I have one as pajamas, it’s ridiculously extravagant.
Anyway. Dark in here, and cold and damp– the yurt’s been watertight all along but today’s downpour means something leaked somewhere, the floor is squishy. But not the bed, so all is well. I had spare socks to change into, it’s fine.
I had to come post tho because of how hilariously terrified I got a second ago. There’s this– thumping, scuffing noise, somewhere close by. Like– an organic movement, something alive. Thumping and scuffing, and then thumping, and then some scuffing. It’s very faint, I can hardly hear it. But off a little ways in the distance, something’s restless, something’s moving around. I’m sitting here freaking the fuck out and straining to listen to it.
It’s a hollowish sort of noise, weird, kind of like– like maybe something big and heavy, moving on a yielding surface. Like– something hard, but scraping on something– wood, yeah, maybe wood.
Yeah, it’s like, it’s like hooves, on wood–
Oh. Hooves. On wood.
The pig house, which currently contains two enormous sows and 21 smallish pigs, is like, thirty feet away. It has a wooden floor. A raised wooden floor, such as would sound hollow when trodden upon by an animal with hooves. Such as, perhaps, a pig. Enough for sound to carry on a damp night, if not normally.
It’s the goddamn pigs. One of them got up and then all of them had to rearrange.
I mean, I can still be nervous, because why would one of them get up, they’re not very excitable. But still.
It’s stopped now. They’re asleep. It’s just my neighbors the pigs.
Though if you find me dead later, it probably wasn’t.
(this wouldn’t post, so I had to delete it, and I couldn’t save the tags as such, so here they are: OH NO NOT FUNNYadventures in the creepy woodsyurtlifefarm lifei also have a neighbor back at the creepy 18th century barnhe’s an injured turkey in the turkey hospitali.e. the chick brooderhe’s lonely in therebut his brothers and sisters would peck him to deathhe survived the Great Coyote Attackoh fuck what was THAT noisei am either going to sleep really well or not at all tonightit’s dead fucking still so i can hear everythingand there’s a lot of life in this neighborhood
