The reasoning of an obstinate person vs. sophistry

Like every year, this family has no special plans for the long summer vacation, which lasts about two months.
It's an incredibly long time.
While children would be simply delighted, parents would get a faraway look in their eyes.

As usual, this summer I'll be doing house maintenance and outdoor cleaning.
After tearing down the leaning hedge, I dug an 8-meter long, 40-cm deep trench to plant trees in its place to create a new hedge. This was a huge nuisance for the spiders, ants, and earthworms living there.
As I dug, I struggled with stones ranging from the size of a child's fist to the size of a head appearing one after another. In the end, several stones too large to unearth remained buried, so the trees I plant will need to spread their roots skillfully sideways.
When I piled up the excavated stones in one place, it eventually became a small hill. From a ladybug's perspective, it was a pyramid.
Digging soil, digging up stones, piling up stones—primitive work.
When doing this kind of work, rambling thoughts go through my head.
Although my attention is naturally directed to the soil, stones, and earthworms beneath my gaze as I work, my thoughts wander to different parts of the world, or back to a certain time long ago, or to characters from a book I recently read.
At such times, my eyes might suddenly catch one of the many stones, large and small, that I've dug up, one with a pleasing shape and presence, and I might wonder when this stone last felt the sunlight.
Even if this labor, born of sweat and toil, turns out to be meaningless, so be it.
By the time this ladybug pyramid crumbles apart again and the stones are reburied in the earth, perhaps I will have become an earthworm myself, dug up and subjected to the same inconvenience.
Such thoughts arise because the summer green and sunlight are too intense, and the summer vacation is too long.
Though there may be no logic to it, this beautiful world.

I'm currently in a phase of re-reading Onihira Hankacho, both regularly and irregularly, so the writing style is in the manner of Onihira Hankacho.
I tried to avoid using katakana as much as possible, but meters and centimeters need to be converted to shaku and ken. What was a pyramid called in the Edo period? Is a shovel a suki or a kuwa? Is an earthworm a nagamushi?
And I find myself feeling more and more affinity for Obaa-san Okuma every year.
Speaking of which, I only just realized that "Obaa-san Okuma" uses a small "a" for "baa" this time, and I was a little moved. Isn't that emotional? 💙
I recall that Isaji's final episode is coming up soon, and I fear when that might be. Will it be sometime soon? Next? The lives of these characters end so abruptly and fleetingly that I'm left bewildered and abandoned.
"Even if you say that, when the time comes for the reaper, it comes," in Obaa-san Okuma's style.
Logic doesn't apply.
If illogical reasoning is sophistry, then I think there are many events that are so illogical as to be sophistry.
And trying to force logic can end in very strange, sophistical outcomes.

This month, the roof tilers are coming!
This is all thanks to your patronage.
Your plates and cups are becoming each and every roof tile (´；ω；`)Wuu....
I thank you from the bottom of my heart, without any logic!