July 11, 2025

Heroic, though not valedictory, weeding this morning. The vine is, all in all, the most insidious vegetable form. 

Dark sleeping shape on the column again last night. 

Ethan and Gunter returned yesterday, and after their detailed (and exhausting) presentation it looks like I’ll have a solar array on my roof. This is a mild surprise. Roof still has to pass an examination to see if there’s enough light. I’m in the enviable position of not caring one way or the other. The fact that there’s no up-front outlay left me wondering what the downside was– except for ugliness on my lovely roof. E and G clearly enjoy each other’s company. Examples of healthy, humorous, affectionate redneck masculinity. Not too MAGA, either, because the Right wants to end subsidies for solar power. E & G were curious about me. When I told them I’m a retired English professor, they said, “That explains the way you talk. Very clear and all.” They mentioned another UNCA professorial retiree up the street, from Mathematics (I didn’t recognize the name), and they said, “You guys are very different. He’s weird. Full of himself.” Not being weird or full of myself (or at least less so than my colleague) put the crown on my day.