One thing I thought I'd have down pat here was bread --after all, I made it every day a couple years ago, and at least once a week this winter. After some finagling with the mixer, frantic kneading by hand, and giving the oven a good talking to, this week I was able to produce tasty rustic loaves, flatbread, and focaccia. Bread and dessert are the first tasks of my dinner shifts, and I enjoy devoting my (mostly) undivided and fresh attention to baking before the time crunch of service shifts my actions into triage mode.
Another happy thing is we are putting together a little newspaper here, with a satirical bent akin to "The Onion." Writers have been assigned based on subject inexpertise; the advice columnist has received a multitude of questions; comics, the police blotter, classifieds, and foreign bureau reports are accumulating.
We are also generating buzz for our Solstical Celebration Spectacular. Plans are still forming, but one thing for sure is we'll burn a large effigy of a mosquito. Their presence has markedly intensified, and last night I fought swarms off my face as I hastily set up my tent on a gravel beach. An hour later, the wind gusted strong enough to blow over my tent while I stepped outside, as the stakes had little purchase in said gravel. It was annoying to move everything behind a tree windbreak, and perpetually slither down my sleeping pad as the new spot sloped steeply, but at least the mosquitoes fucked off.
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