(…look out though! The damn thing is pricky!..)
I stripped a length of bale wire free of barbs and coiled it into a few sizable balls to be taken to our Site.
After lunch I went out and bought a big lamp-shade of matte glass (30 monets) from the Department Store. Then till dark I was consorting the shade with the gas torch made yesterday.
Right now the burning gas hisses inside the bellshaped shade fixed up the bookcase. However, the light from this clapped up gassier is too flickery that's why I opted for writing the today's entry under the candle.
When a candle is burnt up we scrape together the remnants of its molten paraffin to mold them into a new—much smaller—candle. Shrinking reproduction.
Yoga. Supper. A pencil game with Sahtik and Roozahna.
Now the mother-in-law is preparing the stuff for baking bread. It's high time for me to get away from the table and go out after water.
Good night to the wide world and all of its diverse inhabitants.
December 12
In the morning I schlepped the baling wire to the Site and there caught a band of neighbors from the opposite side of the gorge with their pants down—stealing water from the Site's huge water container. At first they seemed a bit abashed but then, quite reasonably, asked why I had popped up at so improper time.
Till three pm I was breaking, digging, and shoveling clay at the Site layout.
About five pm, I got over to the Orliana's to discuss with Valyo possibilities of getting reinforced concrete slabs to bridge the still ceilingless walls of the unfinished house at our Site. He pointed out that he felt ashamed to approach people with such trifles at the wartime.
All the hopes for getting electricity expired. The mother-in-law conducted an operation aimed at rescuing the fridge contents. She cooked them at a short notice. The food products were saved from wasting. We had a nice feast. Regrettably, my stomach was not up to the relish. All the evening I was retracing my trot to the outhouse lavatory in the yard.
I dismantled the gas torch. Its flickering is fretting for the eye. We use candles recycled by Sahtik over and over again.
It's half past ten in the evening. All are asleep.
I am going out after water. Hope there won't be too much people at this dark hour.
Good night, sleep tight, everybody.
December 13
Till noon I was still running in the aftermath of my partaking in the rescue operation of the ungrateful delicatessen but then a pill from Sahtik fixed me up.
