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Sunday, April 19 2009

This morning I cut some pieces of quarter-inch Wonderboard to make a firm ultraviolet-light-resistant vertical surface in the weird part of the greenhouse ceiling just behind the top part of the south-facing glass where it transitions from nearly six feet of horizontal to 14 inches of vertical. This part had been covered with naked styrofoam, something I'd put over naked plywood so as to prevent condensation-fed mold from spreading. With a final surface of stucco'd wonderboard, this wall should prove resistant to every destructive force except frost (which will hopefully not be a factor inside the greenhouse from now on).
As I was working, I saw Gretchen coming down the slope from the house, a rare enough event, but she was followed by an even less frequent visitor: Peggy from my distant life in Charlottesville back in the late 1990s. This was the first time any Big Fun alumni had ever visited me here in Upstate New York.
So I showed her the greenhouse and gave her other evidence of the turn for the self-reliant that my life has taken. Peggy appreciates such things; she herself is launching into a beekeeping hobby and her second baby-daddy is a big collector/recycler of old solar detritus. (Today both her kids were off being babysat in various disparate places, and she'd also left the friends she'd come with behind back at the million dollar house on the nearby mountain.)
Back in the house, Gretchen found a cold bottle of prosecco, which we popped open and divided into three white white glasses. And then I gave Peggy the full tour, all the way from the blinkenlights of the basement boiler room to clutter of the laboratory to the views from the solar deck. She didn't end up staying very long, but it was good to see her again and give her a glimpse of what my life has been like for the last six and a half years.


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