I can’t believe I went from being in such despair to…this.

I can’t lie, this whole week has had a strange and mystical quality. Even with its ups and downs and false starts, everything seemed to work out in such a way that felt like destiny.

When the shed was delayed, I had to stay with Dean, the moving guy I found on Craigslist–and what a find! We made fast friends immediately, and found out 1. Our birthdays are within a week of each other 2. We were both born in Texas and fled very early. 3. We have very nearly the same last name. And loads of other stuff. But that he was the perfect guy to move me–willing to go the extra mile and get into the spirit of the thing, while providing great advice and keeping me calm–it could have gone a lot worse. While staying at his house, we walked all of five minutes to see the lookout at The End of the World, seen above. The black cat belonged to a neighbor of his.

But we did eventually make it out to the property to build the shed.

Speaking of neighbors, he brought his neighbor Sam (who can also play banjo and has also lived in a van, like myself) to come help us out up the shed.

The piece of shit shed with crappy directions and missing parts and wrong parts galore.

The boys brought their dogs, which terrified the cats, and I hope one day they stop hiding. But I have to say, I am sold on poodles. Wonderful dogs with sassy rock star hair. I’m no dog person, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea out here, and if no other breed proves better, I’m team poodle!

I went with Mike to go dump some lumber he needed removed from his property. We dumped them in this mystical site because it’s the only place you can burn in the summer.

Another update soon! There is scant electricity for me, and blogging is very laborious, but I will work out a system very soon!