Day 48.Weather: Sweater weather continues. Things are cool and calm. The winds have ceased, which should make leaf removal duty a lot easier.
Events: If you're expecting some sort of direction about what to do, or even an indication of whether or not Bucky did in fact bite the bullet, guess again. It's not so bad, though. If you want a clear indication, all you really have to do is go out your door. And in some cases, not even that.
It's like the reset button got hit as far as the house goes. All damages have been repaired, all stains have disappeared. The kitchen (and shops in town) have been restocked with all the foods and goodies they previously held. So, before you go binge-eating on a strict diet of bacon, chocolate, and fondue, it would be awfully decent of you to light a candle in Bucky's name. Oh, and there seems to be a somewhat increased supply of venison jerky in one of the pantries. Thaaaat's kind of a dick move, but what do you expect?
There's another change to the house as well. Actually, it's not a change to the house, really - just the property. In the far back right corner of the property, at least twenty yards beyond the backyard and the hedges, is a
rather large shed. Inside are a decent supply of lawn-care tools (rakes, shovels, clippers and the like). Upstairs (yes, there's a storage loft in the shed), is a great deal of scrap parts. There's actually enough there to
build a lawn-mower, if anyone wants to try and figure it out. There's a small supply of gas and oil to keep it running if it
is built, and there's enough tools in the shed to get the job done, including some more heavy duty stuff that was previously absent from the hardware store. What could
possibly go wrong when giving this lot access to a blowtorch?