We had a tiny bit of wind the entire week, it creates some cool sound at night inside the house wooooooh.

It's winter anyway, so there's nothing much growing out there, we don't mind the rain while enjoying a warm fire, and the greenhouse...

Hold on...

Where is my greenhouse?

Can you see the green house?

Found it!

It's cool , we're having fun, it's like playing fetch with your dogs, except you're the dogs, and you're fetching the tent.

Of course the way back was a challenge, as it's raining, it's cold, and you're transporting a metal frame, lucky for us it's aluminum, which could explain how it flew 300000 yards away.

How far did we walk? Wow, barely nothing!

It also might be a good idea to leave the tarp behind, and getting it back afterwards.

The house isn't getting bigger so it means we aren't moving anymore. Why did we stop?

OOOh I see. Yeah, let's check our emails, our Instagram feeds, and maybe while we're at it, let's check the weather forecast for the next 10 minutes, maybe if we're lucky it might stop raining 🤣 (sarcasm).

Of course, I am also holding my phone taking pictures; but it's not the same thing, right? I am working!! OOh no... Not working (right @leaky20?), I mean we're having fun, yay!

Tada! It's like nothing happened (I said the title!). I like it when things get back to normal, a little bit of elbow grease and we can build it back in no time, let's do this!

Or we can also leave it like this, that's not a bad idea...

Hey Jack are you busy in the next 10 minutes? It's about to rain again...I've got a very important mission.

Hey Jack do you want to help me transporting the tent?

Alright, I got the tarp back home, the dogs back in bed, and my wife is nowhere to be found.

It's drenched everywhere, lucky for me I got my boots, it might be the right time to pull some carrots!

That's one of the strange pleasure in life, pulling some carrots out of a wet soil. It's almost a metaphor for life, as you never know what sort of deformed carrot you're going to pull out.
It's also a metaphor for penises...

The next day

Finally a little bit of sun, it's now time to come out and do some work, let's start with fixing the fence, turn the soil & compost in the chicken area, get the carrots, get some wood for the fire place (1k lbs of oak wood is roughly 70USD), and let my mind racing about the last couple of weeks.

It's been a strange 2 weeks, I haven't been out much, trying to record inside, but at the same time trying to keep the boat floating with the homeschooling, the cleaning, the potatoes (I found more potatoes lying around), not giving up on HIVE which crossed my mind at least 100 times this week, and maybe going through a deep existential crisis when we're trying to figure out our place in this world, and even we should move back again to South Africa, anyway a lot on my mind, so I appreciate spending time with my chicken, because they don't have much on their minds, they scratch, pec pec pec, then scratch again, lay an egg, and that's it for the day.

We stopped giving them names as explained in my previous journal, it was almost like a curse, you name one and then "bam", killed by something, or someone.
It's tough to be a chicken, I tell you that!

I should have taken a photo before and after, this is the after in case you were wondering, it was really looking bad before though, trust me 😄

Splashy Splash!!

Hey ladies, you want some carrots?

oh I see, you're upset because of what I said earlier? Or is it the penis joke I made?

In all honesty girls, take it as a compliment, there's nothing wrong with being simple, the best haikus are the simplest!
Now, eat your damn carrots!

On that day, I didn't have the heart to explain to my chicken the benefits of carrots, especially in these trying times, at the same time they were more focused on chicken stuffs, I was focused on human stuffs, I don't think we were on the same page.