That’s a copper still for making moonshine. It’s from the late 1800s and was made by my great-great-grandfather. He used it during prohibition to make his own hooch.
Not sure I’ll have a go at using it. I’m questioning if I want to risk blinding or blowing myself up. At any rate, it’s an interesting piece of personal history, and I hope it stays in the family. Might come in handy again one day.
Today was partly great. It was golden. A day soaked in sunlight. Beams shining through the leaves so they glowed. Doves came to drink at the little water trough. My goat made me smile, scratching her belly across the ground.
Today was partly shit.
Dave is suffering worse than usual. The really bad times come and go with his pain. Currently, it’s at the worst end of the spectrum.
It sucks beyond description when you can’t make it better for those you love.