Treating water as precious: one of the MF’s goals. He has bathwater waiting to be sump-pumped out of his bathtub.
It’s one of those cases where you dream a dream for so long that it takes a while to realize it is now reality.
He made one yum-yum-yum dinner the first night, mushrooms in a nice sauce with bowtie pasta, like climbing Everest without the cold and climb, just the achievement.
It is as though an octopus has occupied the foot of the orange tree. Here is life and intelligence of a different order, all the more alive and bright for being different.
To be in the presence of a ready-to-fruit Chestnut mushroom block is to feel presence of a great and wild Otherlyness.
The mf is now 60 years old and he is not climbing trees willy-nilly anymore.
The mf had plenty of opportunity to observe billowing clouds and blue-blue sky because there were no kids performing antics or sulking, and all the grown-ups were standing around dumbstruck by the emptiness.