Dear Everyone, We are well. How are you? There are many things to do at Camp Accokeek, I've enclosed pictures of all the fun times we're having. Can't wait for school to start so I can show off my new Michael Jackson Thriller jacket. Anywho, here are the activities we're been participating in. Bridge Building for Beginners With the swale both functionally and aesthetically situated, we were faced with the obvious question, "How does one safely cross such a swale?" Why, I hadn't been faced with such a concave crevasse-ian conundrum since high school where my friend Wyatt and I confronted Map 24 of Doom II "The Chasm" (which we drolly referred to as The Chas-m, using an ecclesiastical 'ch' pronunciation, due to Wyatt's eldest brother being named Chas. We were virgins.). Fortunately in the time it took me to formulate such a needless remembrance, we were the fortunate recipients of two build-it-yourself cedar bridges from Brie's ...
And so we return and begin again. We close out our third year of this blog and this renovation with some major aesthetic and architectural transformations. We've gone through a few cycles of the moon in three years and this blog entry falls during a full moon phase, making this a time of high emotions, a time for celebration, and a time that grants the energy for change. As Jim Valvano said in his speech at the 1993 ESPY's when addressing the key things in life, you need to know "where you started, where you are, and where you’re going to be." Now it may seem that I, a simple caveman, am mis-applying the words of a man months away from succumbing to cancer to scaffold the introduction to a renovation blog...which is exactly what I'm doing. Anywho, here's where we were 3 years ago. The untouched front of house, February 2022. So much of that first year involved basic interior safety upgrades and water solutions for the property that it wasn't until last yea...
Erragal pulled out the mooring poles, forth went Ninurta and made the dikes overflow. The land shattered like a pot. All day long the South Wind blew, blowing fast, submerging the mountain in water, overwhelming the people like an attack. No one could see his fellow, they could not recognize each other in the torrent. The gods were frightened by the Flood, and retreated, ascending to the heaven of Anu. The gods were cowering like dogs, crouching by the outer wall. Ishtar shrieked like a woman in childbirth. Six days and seven nights came the wind and flood, the storm flattening the land. When the seventh day arrived, the storm was pounding, the flood was a war--struggling with itself like a woman writhing in labor. Tablet XI - The Story of the Flood The Epic of Gilgamesh (Kovacs Translation) *** Did I just open a post from a smart alec renovation blog with a selection from the Epic of Gilgamesh? Absolutely. Also the website I sourced it from had a header written in Comic Sans....
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