tim, eric and I left the farm at 5:30am this morning and went to the badlands to harvest kiawe posts for a ginger terrace structure. we really did pretty well. if we hadn't have had the three of us, there is no way we could have got the 7 or so 10 foot, solid, solid, solid posts that we did. we had to leave two behind on account of a beehive. we tried to smoke them out, but they kept hanging around.
I will check back in a few days to see if they have vacated and hopefully I can still get them... Tim got stung just above the eye, but is okay.
we unloaded them and I cut them loose for the day, as their 8 hours was more than racked up. I got the weedwacker going to clear the work site, but when I went to change the string I realised that I lost the gearhead grease bolt... fuck! so I put it up, and put it on the list for Lorinda who is going to town tomorrow, and went back at it with a rice knife, only to get struck down by a wasp bite to the neck.
fuck!
and lorinda's friend phillip got stung on the head by a centipede last night. his face is all swollen and ridicilous. I guess the insecst must be as pissed off as us that it is so hot and dry here lately.