Lunch is mostly leftovers from yesterday's dinner, but there's a last-minute salad from the buckets of greens the garden crew brought up after their morning shift. I fill my plate and walk over to the 3x5 board to see if any new notices have gone up since last night. Somebody's guest is offering Reiki sessions. The child board is looking for a new member. Someone lost a hat.
Stretcher cutoff up at our industrial woodshop.
A visitor helps me, stacking each board on a pallet after I square it with the radial arm saw. Then we bring the wood inside and plane it. These are the first steps in making the oak stretcher bars that keep our hammocks open. Dust masks and ear plugs keep us from talking much as we work, but afterward the ten-minute walk through the woods leading back to the main part of the community gives us a chance to chat. 5 p.m. I've done seven hours of work, more than enough for the day.