Jane Goddall

 October 2, 2025

Security installed, solar array in process. I was told it would take one day, but perhaps they’re doing a really good job. I did not “arm” the apparatus last night, considering that I’ve never had a night invasion (except of my car) and assume spotlights will be enough. The solar installers walk back and forth on the roof above my head– a white boy and a black boy; I’ve not heard them speak one word to each other.

It’s 11:40 AM, and at this minute the upheaval of construction has become irksome. “Finish up,” I think, “the guy told me one day at most.”  

Secretly I expect none of this laborious apparatus to work. The new wiring will start a fire and burn my house down. Some glitch will never allow the solar units to work. Turkeys will shit on the solar panels before the day ends. All my breakers will be flipped when they hit the “on” switch. They will have bashed holes in my roof hidden till the rains come. Something. 

Excellent writing session at riverside. So cold, though, my winter jacket was almost not enough. 

Jane Goddall has died. Whenever anyone asked about my “living heroes,” she was always first on the list. Gaia. Yavanna.