Three rocks short of a dry stone wall

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After an unprepossessing start to the day, I came home to discover the mail had brought me copies of Yoon Ha Lee's Moonstorm (2024) and Francesca Forrest's "The McKinnock Hill Fox" (2024), signed in both cases, which is one of the lovelier aspects of friends who write. I recommend the latter and am looking forward to the former. Poking at a newspaper for the first time in days, I was glad to see this Globe article about the vulnerability of Boston's artificial land to climate-driven sea-rise quotes Nancy Seasholes, since as soon as I saw the headline I started yelling about her more than twenty-year-old work on this porous and subsiding subject. Speaking of ground, I must say that the excavated gas piping of our neighbood looks remarkably sketchy when exposed to light and air.

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Those pipes do look very dodgy!

The fact that they seem to have crumbled when taken out of the ground really does make me relieved they aren't there anymore!

(I don't know what the gasworkers round here are doing: they just dig a series of holes, do something, fill most of them in and then dig some more holes, but presumably it makes sense to them! They're at least mostly in holes down the other end of the adjoining street now.)

This is definitely beginning to resemble a Bernard Cribbins song.

And, aw, yay, for nice post (and good stories).

Thank you!