The private property on the northeast side of Murray Forest is being logged. I’ve spent most of my time on the other side. However, my special spot is, I think, just over the line into private land and now I’m worried about its destruction.

Today at the historical society’s research library, we discovered that our house was built in 1908—two years earlier than we had been told.

Audit is officially over as of today. I’m started to feel normal after a weeklong cold. I’m off work next week. Things are looking up!

Will there still be old men sitting in restaurants at 6am drinking coffee and talking about nothing in particular by the time I’m old enough to join them?

Rachel has more or less finished the floor refinishing project. I think it looks wonderful! She also made herself a great reading corner.

I’ll be so glad when this election is over. I always resist writing about electoral politics because 1. what the hell do I know and 2. I hate the dread I feel after I do say something. Still, I wrote something yesterday and then woke up at 12:19am and deleted it. (Way too late, obviously.) Not that I said anything wrong. Basically, it’s bad practice to presume to peer into the inner workings of people you don’t actually know, despite the fact that everybody with internet access does it every damn day. Also, we have got to learn not to trust any opinion that gives us the pleasure of feeling superior. Those two sentences, removed from the context of our miserable godcursed politics, are the heart of what I wanted to say.

Good list of eight ways of connecting from Ted Goia. Some of these I was already doing okay with and some still need a lot of work. The two I’ve been working on the most recently are:

• Connection with history and tradition
• Connection with the community via institutions and organizations