Bamboo Chimes

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I want to build this for Pineapple Hill. I have the time and I certainly have the bamboo—we’re practically over run with it here. White unmarked helicopters keep buzzing in for a closer look—there’s more about that in Blue Rubber Pool. The question is do I have the ambition. My car wreck injury has put me behind on a lot of the things I had planned. A lap pool made out of ferro-cement, for example. Mesh fencing for the bottom pasture. Goats, a donkey, a llama or two.

bamboo chimes Blue Rubber Pool ferro-cement Pineapple Hill

Bad things happened, an entire run of them that shut me down, caused me to withdraw from everything except my inner self.

One afternoon, in a hammock, I took a photo of myself. Just my legs. But there was no one to send it to. No one to understand.

I needed a sidekick so I sketched an armadillo because they’re crusty on the outside but not within. I made him my butler. Crusoe’s manservant Friday.

We began interacting—my hammock photo speaking to that critter, that critter speaking back.There’s a folder of cartoons somewhere. For now there’s just this one. (LINK)

Eventually after that I began writing novels.

I’m still a hermit, marooned you might say, but leaving my shell more and more—my inner self seeking its freedom through writing.