I heard the thumping from the back of the house, and I went to check on our own Tarzana, out in the storm and rain and wood, stocking the lumber she had covered in a tarp all day.

She was excited; she said she was using physics to plot the easiest way to toss wood from a tall pile. She is getting there; it’s a third of the way done.

I came in to post the final photos of the night for me, and the final post. Maria took a sip of water and said she wanted to go outside and toss some more. Come and get me when you’re done, she said.

I’m done. We think she is one of those Marvel movie heroes with an energy source that might one day threaten the world. Our own Oppenheimer. I’m going out to get here. Hopefully, I’ll return her to the farmhouse.