Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I heard peepers tonight in the amazingly rural part of Rt. 93 inside the Concord city limits. They were there last year, and they sounded great.

I washed no rocks and only catalogued about 3/4 of a bag tonight. Several of my friends, including the hard-working Dawn, had gone to check out an old site that has stayed open (dirt bike racing on Tatooine). Dawn, who works terribly hard and thinks ill of herself, had found THREE projectile points. It couldn't have happened to anyone nicer, except maybe me. I was happy. The vibes were great.

Matt, who is reading _Women's Work_, came out and asked to learn to spin so he can set up a warp-weighted loom and make a shirt for himself. Tee-hee.

1 comment:

Liz said...

Ah, peepers! Soon, soon, soon I keep telling myself.