Monday, August 12, 2002
A grey day - finally. It feels like a relief. I actually feel bad about being at work when I could have been outside in the sun. That might have something to do with being brought up to believe that the only real work is the work that puts food on the table in a much more direct way than mine does: such as fishing, tending vegetables, fruit or berries, looking after animals or roaming the mountains looking for berries or mushrooms. The only real alternative to work which puts food directly on the table is making the table itself, the room it's in or any other item which can be used to shelter humans or add to the process of growing and gathering food. A lot of this is best done in nice weather. Dark cold horrible winter nights was for passing time through reading, writing or telling stories, not to mention playing games. Luckily - the autumn is almost here, it's dark at midnight, a sure sign that the summer is coming to an end.