Country life at the Creamery seems to be riddled with new challenges almost everyday. Today my tenants called to say there was an electrical short. Yesterday I had to shovel myself out of about a foot of snow (good for the abs). Last week the boiler blew minutes before I arrived back from a couple weeks away, I guess it missed me. Friends and family suggest I might want to return to the more familiar challenges of urban life. In an effort to make urban life equally rich with complication, I took my students out today to learn how to post illegal signage in public space. The police drove by seconds later. I wonder what the heat situation is like in jail.
1 comment:
the food isn't good in jail. It's not organic and raw.
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