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Wednesday February 27th 2019Tim Candler9


    Ground is still weeping, and the lack of perk here is useful through August into October, until you dig deep where the red clay in a dry time becomes like granite. This clay if left in a sunny pile for a couple of dry days quickly hardens to a light colored terracotta that can be hammered into a powder. It does make an interesting low fired glaze when you get the right amount of flux, but, and this is critical, if you're digging a post hole this clay tamps down nicely from about late December until about the end of March. It's also the case that I might not be able to lift my arms for a getting on a week but I do feel confident that the post for a clear paneling outdoor project isn't going anywhere in a hurry, which is the sort of hubristic statement that usually enters the ether where it travels at the speed of light, takes a wide curve, gathers allies and then calls you before a congressional committee.





    Years ago, somewhere in the Sinai, I worked day labor construction, digging foundation trenches, pouring concrete, carrying block and mixing mortar. The project was a wall, we laborers were fairly proficient, some more experienced than others, but genuine talent was lacking higher up the ladder, and no amount of good advice from us laborers made the slightest difference. When almost finished, maybe one more day's pay and lo, the wall had fallen over. Not just bits here and there, but the whole length of it. It was a sight to see. An error in the wall's foundations. It was a kind of joyful for us at the bottom of the pay scale, a sense of "we told you so, but you just didn't listen, did you." And then of course there was a whole morning devoted to the ugly business of casting blame, which in the end is as much a power struggle as it is a search for honest truth. If I remember, a couple of hobbled Camels were held responsible.


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