I have been busy with a number of things, some of which were necessary and some of which were diversionary. The latest project was to remove the raspberry patch because it was damaged by deer invading our yard this past winter. I am turning over the soil as the plan is to put in some potatoes, spinach, zucchini, and squash. I hope to finish the turning of the soil by tomorrow at some point.
Yesterday, I raised the fence between my yard and her driveway, one of the entry points for the deer. The old fence was raised about a half-foot. I will make sure that there is no large snowbank to climb to make the jump into the yard that much easier. Through the wooden slats, I was open to the view of passing traffic, as well as to the view of my friendly neighbour who has seen me nude, perhaps too often from her point of view.
Two days prior to this, I raised the fence, seen in grey wood in the background, which was the primary entry point. These boards went up a good threequarters of a foot. And yes, I wore tan-through Kiniki briefs to do the work. There is no need to frighten neighbours with so much of the fence taken down.
Yard work was only part of my busyness, the productive part to be sure. I had put my major piece of writing on hold as I focused Zen-like, on compiling a summary of my life as a naturist. That work began it’s journey in December 2004 and made it’s way to the summer of 2019 before I stopped.
Photos make a huge part of that story. I felt it was necessary to put it all together as my “journals” are spotty. I keep a naturist journal, and have done so since around 2009. However, over the years, many of the journals were tossed into the fire, so-to-speak.
Not only were the photos that accompanied each entry nudes, but the entries themselves disclosed too much as I felt it at the time. I feared discovery and what the consequences of the disclosures. Of those original naturist journals, just the last two years are relatively complete. 2017 was totally disappeared. If you know my story, then you will be familiar with the messiness of my life. It’s all in the three volume autobiography.
Of course, that soon led me to searching through my archive of nude photos to help fill in the holes for the new story. Naturally, I found holes there as well. I am able to find a number of the disappeared photos via the “allphotos” feature with Windows. Rather than explain that, I will leave it to you to Google to fill in the blanks. With all of the rummaging around in the past for these tasks, depression decided to accent the experience. I’m still not out of the depression woods, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, it isn’t all shadowy.
Somehow, that and a rare visit during Covid19 season to visit my son’s home and family helps account for my absence, not that it really requires any explanation. Being able to see my grandchildren after a five month hiatus was balm for my soul. And that, is it for now.