Fall! in A small but passable life.
- Sept. 22, 2017, 8:18 p.m.
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Today may the first day since I’d arrived on May 1st that the daytime temperature won’t rise above ninety degrees. We’ll see.
October 19th, 1805- Lewis and Clark are on the Western side of the continental divide. They are heading downstream in canoes on what they think is the Columbia river. There are no bison and little other game to eat. It is the end of salmon season. The salmon are dead or dying after spawning. Why they are dying is a mystery to L&C. The party is now resorting to eating roots and dried salmon and dogs that they’ve traded for. The most recent purchase of dogs was forty at the last village. I just don’t remember hearing about the dog eating in any history class in school. And no, no mention of the natives eating dogs. At least so far.
I’m still amazed at the arrogance of these assholes. After thousands of years of living just fine here come these pale skinned dipshits to tell them they are doing it (life) all wrong. And yeah, we’ll “save” you from your pitiful misery.
I made meatloaf night before last. The recipe called for a quarter cup brown sugar. I finally found a box in the cupboard. It was hard as a rock. I chipped enough off to make it work. Mom then sent me searching through the cupboards for “a little brown stone”. Okay. I finally found it. Soak it in water a half hour. Dry it off. place it in the bag of brown sugar. Today I found the sugar in fine shape. Just like it is when first purchased. All nice and soft. Crazy.
Anyway, I may go to the pool and lie in the sun to nap this afternoon instead of in my bed like I’ve done for the past five months.
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