12th Granite--It's a bit of a struggle to get anything done around here. I was surprised to realize we only have two (!) picks between the 150 or so of us. I ordered up some more picks, but no one was willing to do it, so I finally had to go forge them myself. They're not much to look at, but they're break stone well enough.
21st Granite--It looks like one of our previous overseers has designed an elaborate contraption for filling minecarts with magma, presumably to bring it up to the surface. I commend his efforts, and I will do my best to finish what he started. Meanwhile, all our metal and ore is stored near the surface, but our forges are 150 floors down, so it's hell trying to make anything.
7th Slate--Most of our clothes are starting so look a little threadbare, so I ordered up some clothing. I've decided vests are in this year.
10th Felsite-- The Elven caravan has arrived. I've decided that this year we're going to pretend they don't exist, just to mess with them a bit. They don't have anything worth buying, anyway.
12th Felsite--Tosid Thobbardum, the cook, has taken some stone and barricaded himself in one of our craftsdwarf's workshops. Who knows what he's doing in there, but I've got too much on my plate to try to force him out.
16th Felsite--What do you know. Tosid emerged from the workshop just a few days later, looking quite pleased with himself and holding an iron crown:
How he made an iron crown out of stone is beyond me, but I must admit, I'm impressed. It has a certain beautiful simplicity, with none of the spikes of donkey bone and hanging rings of cat leather which are typical of dwarven art.
24th Felsite--I'd feel bad, but more likely than not the baby's mother knew what she was doing. If a mother doesn't want her child, it's hard finding a dwarf willing to adopt him. The goblins may be unpleasant folk, but if they're willing to work this hard to get children, they must take good care of them.