Kenopsia - Chapter 65: Chapter 65
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I was alone while putting together the last pieces of the first chicken coop design.
It was basically a wooden box on a platform between the two benches that has been covered in heavy layers of sealant with cut up plastic bags nailed over it for added protection, bricks under it for additional support and the inside of the damned box being being made of wooden planks with a blanket nailed between them..... A shitshow of DIY.... I know that despite being done for now this is far from being all that I can do in the future.
These last things had been purely built by me, Jasmine had had the must less strenuous job of having fun while filling in the gaps under the gates and tying rope through the gate to keep the chickens from getting through.
What was left to do was to fill the fountain with some water again so they had something to drink when put in here.
I didn't want to be but I worried for Jasmine, I sent her off earlier today to do what she wanted to do, something about exploring the sewers, there is an entrance to it down the river bank a little down stream from our nearest bridge but still.
She was supposed to be good at making traps, better then the mouse-trap-for-birds try at least, I guess rats or something like that could be in the sewers.
She still wanted to take her father's bat but I was still not letting her, she'll get it when she is older.... If she gets older.... Anyway.... She took me nailed bat, I really need to help her remake her own before she sneaks off with that one and gets herself killed when it inevitably snaps.
She can take care of herself, her living is proof enough, but still, sewers and a kid.... A worrying mix.... I can't even enjoy being alone now.
I sighed, checking that the furthest gate was locked and unusable before leaving through the one we'd make operable and mini park officially would be our chicken's home.
I hauled buckets upon buckets back and the fountain didn't seem to be filling up, I did check twice if the cement plug in the bottom was stopping the water from leaking out and it was so that just meant I would need much more water.
As I worked.... My mind wondered....
I miss the days when I didn't need to think of all scenarios and then think of scenarios surrounding those, even simply putting chickens in here was proving to be something I needed to exhaust my mind for.... This is a tiring life...
Tiring... Humanity might as well go extinct because this is tiring.... Surviving constantly without an end in sight...
At least taking care of the chickens can be added to our daily schedule for each day, creating a new habit to live by and maybe they will finally get enough nutrition again and start laying eggs.
Eggs.... Protein will be good.... Damn I still didn't try making bread either.... He taught me how but still, I am myself, I will never be like him, making a loaf will not turn me into that man, that poor poor man... I have a wheat forest next to my town, I should cut part of it out, it is a risk waiting to happen and the wheat needs to be dried before I grind it to flour.
"So much to be done and yet so little time.... I fear the day when I'll have nothing left to do." I said, giving up on the idea of filling the fountain when it was only half full, I'll just go get the birds.
Running out of things to do is scary, I only live to do something, if I was any less myself I'd have died long ago.
I checked my watch, the clock face scratched up from the four years of constant use, I should look through the shops to see if I can find a similar one, I wind it up each day, the mechanism will break once and I want to be ahead of it since knowing the time is human... There... Another thing to add to my never ending list of things to do which I hope will only get longer.
I squinted from the watch at the sky, the sun was setting once again and still Jasmine didn't make herself know.
She was not home either, not waiting for me to lift her own the wall of the School.
I still did climb it and made my way to the roof.
I walked through the plants and on the little stone path I made in the soil on there, sitting on the edge with the scooped rifle on my lap and even as the night fell over the following hour the moon gave me light to see in the night.
And so I waited, either until my heart would not believe that she is alive or until I get to scream her head off when I see her attempt to climb the wall.
I wanted to be alone and yet this time it is quite annoying.
It was basically a wooden box on a platform between the two benches that has been covered in heavy layers of sealant with cut up plastic bags nailed over it for added protection, bricks under it for additional support and the inside of the damned box being being made of wooden planks with a blanket nailed between them..... A shitshow of DIY.... I know that despite being done for now this is far from being all that I can do in the future.
These last things had been purely built by me, Jasmine had had the must less strenuous job of having fun while filling in the gaps under the gates and tying rope through the gate to keep the chickens from getting through.
What was left to do was to fill the fountain with some water again so they had something to drink when put in here.
I didn't want to be but I worried for Jasmine, I sent her off earlier today to do what she wanted to do, something about exploring the sewers, there is an entrance to it down the river bank a little down stream from our nearest bridge but still.
She was supposed to be good at making traps, better then the mouse-trap-for-birds try at least, I guess rats or something like that could be in the sewers.
She still wanted to take her father's bat but I was still not letting her, she'll get it when she is older.... If she gets older.... Anyway.... She took me nailed bat, I really need to help her remake her own before she sneaks off with that one and gets herself killed when it inevitably snaps.
She can take care of herself, her living is proof enough, but still, sewers and a kid.... A worrying mix.... I can't even enjoy being alone now.
I sighed, checking that the furthest gate was locked and unusable before leaving through the one we'd make operable and mini park officially would be our chicken's home.
I hauled buckets upon buckets back and the fountain didn't seem to be filling up, I did check twice if the cement plug in the bottom was stopping the water from leaking out and it was so that just meant I would need much more water.
As I worked.... My mind wondered....
I miss the days when I didn't need to think of all scenarios and then think of scenarios surrounding those, even simply putting chickens in here was proving to be something I needed to exhaust my mind for.... This is a tiring life...
Tiring... Humanity might as well go extinct because this is tiring.... Surviving constantly without an end in sight...
At least taking care of the chickens can be added to our daily schedule for each day, creating a new habit to live by and maybe they will finally get enough nutrition again and start laying eggs.
Eggs.... Protein will be good.... Damn I still didn't try making bread either.... He taught me how but still, I am myself, I will never be like him, making a loaf will not turn me into that man, that poor poor man... I have a wheat forest next to my town, I should cut part of it out, it is a risk waiting to happen and the wheat needs to be dried before I grind it to flour.
"So much to be done and yet so little time.... I fear the day when I'll have nothing left to do." I said, giving up on the idea of filling the fountain when it was only half full, I'll just go get the birds.
Running out of things to do is scary, I only live to do something, if I was any less myself I'd have died long ago.
I checked my watch, the clock face scratched up from the four years of constant use, I should look through the shops to see if I can find a similar one, I wind it up each day, the mechanism will break once and I want to be ahead of it since knowing the time is human... There... Another thing to add to my never ending list of things to do which I hope will only get longer.
I squinted from the watch at the sky, the sun was setting once again and still Jasmine didn't make herself know.
She was not home either, not waiting for me to lift her own the wall of the School.
I still did climb it and made my way to the roof.
I walked through the plants and on the little stone path I made in the soil on there, sitting on the edge with the scooped rifle on my lap and even as the night fell over the following hour the moon gave me light to see in the night.
And so I waited, either until my heart would not believe that she is alive or until I get to scream her head off when I see her attempt to climb the wall.
I wanted to be alone and yet this time it is quite annoying.
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