the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!

here was my plan: take advantage of the still burning fire, not have to worry about dinner and read a little bit by the firelight before the sun went down. within a minute, however, i lost one of my two hotdogs to the flames, and i realized that the rain was picking up. resigned, i covered my book with my raincoat and focused on the last hotdog. i ate it under the canopy of trees that was the best drip-blocker, although a few downright icy ones found their way to my neck.

the new fire pit is just about to the edge of the property line (about 80 feet, counted goonies-style) and far enough that you wonder if you are walking into a black abyss - that is, when you forget the flashlight. we were burning to get rid of the huge amount of trees and limbs that were left over from last year's hurricane season. i think it must have been a drop-off zone for the entire neighborhood; seriously, we burned for hours and are no closer to being finished. there are a lot of cedar logs, about 20, and not all of them are rotten. maybe i could get creative with an axe? maybe i could cut off a leg or two. either way, the cedar smells nice when burning.

and now, after a much needed bath, wuthering heights. ralph fiennes. mm.