Forging a Hoe

My internet is still dead, but I asked my landlady if I could borrow her wifi while I wait for the gears to slowly turn and she graciously agreed.

So – I’m back.

Over the last week I managed to write about 10,000 words on the second Jack Broccoli novel, plus I did a very nice painting of Rachel and the baby. I also made an agreement to buy a piece of land. It was a good week. I should lose internet more often.

Over the weekend, my friend Mart sent me a video of smelting iron in Africa.

I couldn’t stand to watch the whole thing because the atonal flute music was really annoying. My children have been making flutes lately which is great, since they’re being creative – but not as great for the eardrums.

“Go outside and play that thing!”

A lot of work goes into making good tools, particularly if you’re trying to make them yourself without the help of factory equipment.

If you can make a new hoe head as good as they used to make all over the states, my hat is off to you.

Old hoe heads are a treasure.

See you tomorrow.

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