Sunday

I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact,

that system design is actually a process

of evolution and natural selection.

In theory, when well rested, properly provisioned, and not distracted

A logical system is not complicated

I have come to realize that the most basic theorized system is often neigh impossible in practice.

But can be made attainable, if you plan on how to deal with life getting in the way.

And then there is the PLAN vs actually knowing how to do the thing you want done. Ah layers.

Last night I woke up as I kinda thought I would, in the middle of the night.

The middle of the night is a really good time to snuggle in, and do good work. 

I stayed in bed on my phone, and fell down an art rabbit hole, and ordered some canvases.

Then fell back asleep snuggled up next to the dog.

The the morning was a slow Sunday morning. Including dog snuggles and gluten free pancakes.

I did my workout in the living room. Moved stuff downstairs, and generally time went by fast, not dead.

And then ran to the CIK-CAS made gluten free brownies (with a dozen eggs) and talked with a passionate group of people about compost. I find the streams of connectivity and needs between and within groups so interesting.

And then, with the space and time. Have been struggling for an hour and a half, to write a story that I told passionately the other night....writing IS HARD

Here's what I got down, it's something. It's nothing. It's a part. 

Burrow 104 in Plot 19, July 4 2017.

So I’m sitting there, impatiently

Dan has his arm in a burrow

And he has been there for a LOOOONG time

Like, a really long time

And I’m thinking be patient, don’t complain

He has the tough job, you’re just recording

But  finally, I say something

So, uh, do you almost have a story,

And his response was not what i expected

It was ‘I’m stuck’

So I probably should have said something earlier

There are two species of storm petrel that breed on this island 

Little, burrow nesting seabird, about the size of a robin.

The more robust fork tailed, who more or less sits still

when we jam our arms into its burrows and then poke it trying figure out what if anything it is sitting on (reach here)

And the smaller Leaches who tend to either tsk at you tsk tsk tsk

Or especially if it’s just visiting and doesn’t have an egg, tends to run around 

Well, Dan had found on of the later and in it’s attempt to escape,

It was firmly wedged as far out as it could get which put it squarely in the middle of his forearm

Awkwardly so it in order to pull his arm out, he’d have to squish the bird… 

So I crawl over him

Luckily we are at a burrow that has somewhat of a place to sit in front of it..

And I jam my arm in to the left of his

He and the bird are stuck at a bottleneck

So there we both are, along with the poor unsuspecting little leaches

And I start digging, the two fingered type of sloooww digging

And I’m trying to get at the bird, so that I can grab it’s bill, and get it safely out

Get him out, move on with our work.