Journal Entry 6
The rain continues. I am feeling waterlogged. My hands and feet are wrinkled prunes. I’m hoping that we receive a reprieve from the dampness today. We could use a day of sunshine. I could use a day of sunshine. I hate performing chores in the rain. The constant dampness makes me feel uncomfortable and cranky. I want to lie down, sleep, and ignore the world until the rain passes.
I want to ignore my chores but I don’t want to disappoint Joshua, he has been working so incredibly hard to build the Spurs Fort into an acceptable place to live, work and play. Several local gangs have noticed the new construction. Even in the rain, we have several onlookers that drop by to see our progress. As I step back and look I am amazed at what we have created and proud of our efforts. Without Joshua’s leadership, I don’t think any of this would have occurred. He has a drive that is rare and mature beyond his years. I think he is a fluke of nature. Without men like Joshua, our world will never be able to rebuild. I was a leader once but I gladly step back and play follower.
I am going on an errand later today with Kate to retrieve a batch baby of chicks from one of the local farmers. The new chicken coup is built and ready for occupants. I spent most of yesterday standing in the rain preparing the space. The chicks had better appreciate the efforts I put into customizing this space. I expect plenty of eggs in the future. Those that don’t produce are going to end up on my dinner plate.