Three (3) weeks since I've been there!

Positively coming undone at the seams as a result.

Must. Go. Do.

Labels: San Pedro homestead

"Yes, I did. In fact God got the idea for light from me when I was with him there at the Creation.

"LOOK!
"SHA-ZAMM!!


I did it again!"

Labels: felicity and jocularity

Riding my bike past the gates of the factories
Saving my money
Dreamin of glory
Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun

Labels: stream of consciousness

"It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong." - Voltaire

Labels: statism

A great website here, packed with information for women interested in guns: Cornered Cat. I've just started to look through it, but it comes well-recommended by The Annamatrix.

Labels: firearms, personal responsibility

Now that my taxes are done and I know where I stand financially, I ordered samplers from a couple of online companies that sell long-term storage foods. If I'm going to sink a chunk of change into preparedness supplies, it makes sense to try before buying in bulk, even if that delays the main order a couple more weeks. I can't try everything in the bulk packs, of course, but my chief goal is to compare the canned meat products offered by these two companies. Beans and rice and dried veggies are likely to be much the same, I figure.

Best Prices Storable Foods
Pleasant Hill Grain

Because paradise ain't so great on an empty stomach...

Labels: preparedness, resources

AAAAAhahahahaha! Finished 'em!

Those dreadful, horrid, ridiculously complicated taxes! And I have a King Kong sized headache now to match.

Thank God I'm done! And thank teh godz of Turbo Tax for their products and services. I cannot remotely imagine trying to do taxes the old-fashioned way with pencil and paper and calculator and hardcopy tax forms.

Why do I do this to myself? Every effort I make to raise my head above the stooped masses is met with a fresh onslaught from the Federal Tax Code. Despite the fact that the majority of my non wage earning efforts are showing a big fat negative this year, I am still socked with the onerous tax preparation burden associated with them.

I could sit evenings, eating Doritos and watching sitcoms, and file 1040EZ every April.

But inexplicably I don't.

Labels: financial ponderings, statism

I've gone through the lower reaches of my blogroll and I've been much surprised at how much dead wood there was. Truth be told though, that is an indication of how infrequently I visit some of those sites. I've just not had the stomach for 24/7/365 political commentary now for a couple of years. And I can't bear to click.

Yet it is those that still go strong, year after year. It is some of the unique voices, the amazing knock you over with their powerful prose voices that get lost, and I mourn.

Anna (Primal Purge) posts maybe once a year now. Rob is gone. Queenie has been reassimilated into her creator and sucked into the vortex of full time employment and mommyhood. I'm still missing Redsugar. Even Velociman fades in and out like a shortwave radio station in a solar storm. I keep frantically fiddling that dial, trying to tune in the latest madness when he disappears as he does now and then.

Why is it the pedantic and the stultifying can go on and on and on, but not people like this? Does it just take so much out of them that eventually they run out of fire? Poured out as a libation upon their keyboard pyre, and now empty, a crystal vessel and only vapors left--a burnt sacrifice that rose upward in a draft of aromatic essence, now the coals have gone dark and the grille cold and ashes and shards are all that remain?

I need fresh blood.

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

Phrase from SondraK:
The endless circle jerk of the Very Serious Bloggers™

Heh heh heh...yep.

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

...it now contains essential oil *and* water.

Their jaws dropped. The thick lush hair on their calves quivered in indignation. One of them stood up and prepared to give me a piece of her mind. Then I deployed the secret weapon...(continue--Hog On Ice)


Update: I've been thinking about it and doing the math. Heck, at 40 cents a pop, I could afford to put beans back in my diet!

Labels: felicity and jocularity

There are five cats at the backdoor that I feed and a handful more strays that wander through and mooch the food bowl. But recently I've noticed another cat food moocher who comes out in the late evening to see what is left over from the feline feast.

This is Barry, a ginormous slug who lives beneath the bougainvillea.


In this photo he's not eating cat food, but rather a dead millipede. Apparently they're tastier than cat food.


Here he is cruising again toward the Friskes leftovers. Notice how he has two eyestalks that he extends way forward to see where he wants to go, and two more that point down to look where he is going?

It's fun to watch him, because when he stops he pulls them in, and when he's cruising they jut way out, proportionate to how fast he's going.


Note to family: Watch where you step--don't hurt Barry!

Update: I read that the lower stalks are taste and smell, and just the upper ones are his eyestalks.

Some slug info here.

Labels: nature

...and Irene too!


I realize I haven't updated this story in a while, and much has transpired.

We did finally capture Irene, and put her through her paces with the vet--shots, spay, dewormed, etc. For the pre-op and post op, as well as to keep her handy for the followup second feline leukemia shot, she came indoors. And as I suspected, these two siblings really did miss the dickens out of each other, and it would be heartbreaking to separate them again. Oscar with his one eye is not suitable to be an outdoor cat, and so there they are.

She is still quite feral though, and so she is mostly unseen and unheard. Yes, we have another cat, but it really doesn't seem like it. She's our Invisa-cat.

Except for this evening when they were lounging together on the couch, and actually stayed put for long enough to let me get a few photos.



How many eyes does Mister Marvelous have?
One teal gem, and his sister two blue!


Update: And while I'm snapping pics around the Cat household, I wanted to preserve this handmade Valentine I gave Daisycat before it disappears into a drawer or (slay my soul!) the trash.

Labels: cats

A Course in Miracles Text

Pretty Lady asked me to look into this work as something that I may be interested in. Regrettably from what I read of this so far, I will need to examine this writing with the approach that it is something largely outside of my current belief paradigm. Though it purports to be a modern day revelation from Jesus Christ, I can see already that it is not something that I will be able to uncritically accept as such.

Some of my initial concerns are summarized well here. And having been duly warned through scripture about those teaching "another Jesus", I must for the moment take the approach that this is what this work is.

Labels: spiritual

...toss the poison!
60 Million Containers of Pet Food Recalled After Dog and Cat Deaths.
Here's a link to information about the affected brands: Menu Foods, Recall

No progress pics last weekend or this weekend from paradise. I've been busy whipping the rental unit into shape for a new tenant, and I have only through this weekend to finish the tasks that I've taken on, before I turn it over to the property manager (PM) to complete the rest.

Let me tell you it is a good thing that--despite generally being a misanthrope--I am a person of good cheer. Else I would truly come to loathe abusive renters. Some people's idea of housecleaning involves moving into a clean unit, and then when the filth gets too thick, moving out to a new clean unit.

Every square inch of my kitchen was coated in a thick layer of yellow oily film--the thickness of which was in direct proportion to the proximity to the stove. I didn't intend to take on the cleaning myself, but I intended to do the touch-up painting to knock $900 of the property manager's prep estimate. However it is simply not possible to apply latex paint over a film of filthy cooking oil. Of course in the end, it is that much less cleaning work the PM's crew needs to do, which saves me more money. (And that is rather important right now with the housing market slump. I'm sure not making up the difference on long-term appreciation this year.)

The bedroom carpets were a horror--spilled greasy food ground into the carpets with dirty foot traffic equals black pavement from the doorway to the space between where the beds were. Fortunately the PM's carpet cleaning crew was able to get it out. I am ever so happy I installed ceramic tile in the living room instead of carpet. I shudder to think what that carpet would look like now.

The tenants never touched the landscaping in the 6 months they lived there--I had to call the property manager to pressure them, and in the end the PM hired someone to do the cleanup. I'm still not sure the tenants were properly charged for the work. They also shut off the irrigation system shortly after they moved in. It is only fortunate that it was winter, else I'd be looking at dead or severely damaged trees. Of course if it had been summer I would have caught this fact much sooner. Oh yes, and they busted the lease on the way out, so with the last month's rent coming out of the deposit, there's not much left to correct their horrors. They won't be getting a penny of it back, and I'd be inclined to pursue them for more if the legal costs didn't make it impractical.

So I have a bit more cleaning, more touch-up painting, particularly in the kitchen and bathroom, an irrigation valve to replace, a back-door knob assembly to fix, and a little more landscape work in the backyard to complete this weekend. Daisycat's whining that I won't play with her. Oh dang well...

Update: Done. Beat. Woofed. Exhausted. Disgusted and gacked.

A New Line In The Sand: Hog On Ice

It goes to show that people can surprise you. You can have a lot in common with people and share a lot of their views and then find that what they believe goes way past what you do. For example, we might agree that German engineering and science are pretty impressive, but you might go a little farther and conclude that Germans are the master race and that everyone else should be put in camps. Aren't you just a little bit suspicious of people who seem to like BMWs way too much? I am.

Unbelievable.

Steve, if it's that important to you I'll promise, *promise* never to try to be your friend. Not because I'm a closet fascist or anything similar, but because I'm beginning to think you're a complete nutter.

Update: You've got to check out The Answer Bird, the latest creation of my favorite nutter. It is quite funny and the potential here for humor is endless. Onto the sidebar it goes!

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

It would appear that the Sitemeter statistics being gathered on server sm1 are all but toast. They're still working on it they say, but it's looking less likely that they are salvageable. So in the mean time (and probably permanently) I've added a new Sitemeter that's hosted on a different sitemeter server.

If any of you are (were) hosted on sm1, you might consider going to sitemeter.com and getting the code for a new meter. (You would know if you're on sm1 if that is the first part of your login codename for your site. Alternately, if your sitemeter is still hosed, it's probably on sm1.)

The downside is that the stupid bear is probably going to rank me as an "insignificant microbe" until the database gets updated with a few days worth of traffic.

Labels: blogger hell

Other Shoe Drops

Dow Sheds 242 Points
Desert Cat, still excavating himself from the wreckage of two weeks ago, is knocked flying anew.

This is grim. This time we can't blame Chinese market volatility. This is our own homegrown lending crisis taking additional toll. And the worst part? This could easily spread to other overextended economic sectors and result in a full meltdown of the economy.

Are you ready?

I'm not.

ouch...

Labels: financial ponderings, watching the skies

**choke**, *SNORT!*, Hoot!!

via JeffG

Labels: felicity and jocularity

Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on."
"Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them."

Rev 14:13

Lord save me from being as wise as doves and as innocent as serpents!

Labels: spiritual

...at the expense of Desert Cat's Paradise:
Bypass could ease I-10 congestion in Tucson

Heavy trucks and other traffic passing nonstop through Tucson and Phoenix could be routed off Interstate 10 to a bypass east and north of the Santa Catalina Mountains, under a concept the state is exploring.
The Arizona Department of Transportation will award a contract in April for a consultant to explore the idea of a four-lane highway.

Check this map image. See San Manuel? Trace south to about the M on Gailuro Mountains, then across the river to the west and under that dashed red line: Four lanes of diesel-fume belching trucks proposed for right through my property.

And not just my property, but one of the most unique and unspoiled ecosystems in the Southwest.

Oh, you can bet there's a fight a-brewin!

Labels: San Pedro homestead

I have not been willing to dig through the text up until now, but here is the summary of the recent Circuit Court decision regarding the DC gun laws, via
Kim du Toit

To summarize, we conclude that the Second Amendment protects an individual right to keep and bear arms. That right existed prior to the formation of the new government under the Constitution and was premised on the private use of arms for activities such as hunting and self-defense, the latter being understood as resistance to either private lawlessness or the depredations of a tyrannical government (or a threat from abroad). In addition, the right to keep and bear arms had the important and salutary civic purpose of helping to preserve the citizen militia. The civic purpose was also a political expedient for the Federalists in the First Congress as it served, in part, to placate their Antifederalist opponents. The individual right facilitated militia service by ensuring that citizens would not be barred from keeping the arms they would need when called forth for militia duty. Despite the importance of the Second Amendment’s civic purpose, however, the activities it protects are not limited to militia service, nor is an individual’s enjoyment of the right contingent upon his or her continued or intermittent enrollment in the militia.

(my emphasis)

YEEAAAAAAHHH!!!!! Tell 'em!

Now it will still need to survive the inevitable Supreme Court challenge.

Labels: firearms, personal responsibility, security

...from LissaKay: OK, so she said something Not Nice
Let's take a closer look at what she said at CPAC:

I was going to have a few comments on the other Democratic presidential candidate John Edwards, but it turns out you have to go into rehab if you use the word 'faggot,' so I - so kind of an impasse, can't really talk about Edwards.

And focus on her central theme:

it turns out you have to go into rehab if you use the word 'faggot,'

That, my friends, is the core of the statement. The fact that everyone has their frillies all in an uproar over her use of the word 'faggot' perfectly exemplifies what her message truly is: The worship at the altar of the Politically Correct is stupid.

...

When we have become so Politically Correct that we can't even discuss the absurdity of some of the parameters of Political Correctness without the Politically Correct crowd going nuts because someone made a crude joke meant to lampoon the Politically Correct, we might as well give it up and no one ever say anything at all to anyone at anytime under any circumstances, because someone, somewhere, in some context could find it offensive.

Newsflash: No one has the right to never be offended, or be protected from offensive words, images or ideas.

It's time that everyone get a really good grip on that ...

Click the link above and read the rest.

Update: More good sense from moonbatologist e-Claire. Seriously, she nails it for me. "What she said!" Be sure to click through "Finish your assignment" to read the whole thing.

But even more, it's that whole "what does this say about the movement" thing. Ucch--"the movement." Sounds like that lock-step of little grey men all heading in the same direction, all thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same feelings, responding in unison and listening to the same thing on their iPods. *shudder* Sorta like what's expected of ghey men or black folks. "Stay on the rez or we’ll kill ya ourselves!"

It was my impression that being conservative was about standing for the idea that the individual is the most important part of a civilization. That supporting the independence of the individual is the only goal of government, or the only reason to bother with the mess. That respect for the capability of the individual--his ability to think for himself, gather his own facts and information, and support and fend for himself and his own family was the underlying Value.

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

I'm receiving a flood of traffic the last few days and I'm dying to know from where it's coming, but Sitemeter's database is *still* hosed, and I can't know.

Mmbl mbl grrffl mblmx!

Labels: blogger hell

Last weekend was not the most productive weekend ever.

Early Saturday morning I discovered my neighbor had been clearing for his driveway a bit beyond where he was supposed to.


So, I figured it was in my best interests to begin fencing the easement line that my surveyor had staked out, to make clear where he should and shouldn't be clearing. This required brushing the stake line. There is nothing that whoofs me faster than brushing!


Four hours later I've got the line 2/3 cleared. My other neighbor had called this neighbor to "tattle" and so he came bustling out there from in-town to see what I was up to. An animated discussion ensued, and we agreed that we needed to re-consult our surveyor to get his clarification on just what those stakes were for. Well this week the surveyor (once again) confirmed my interpretation and passed along a message from my neighbor that I was right and my neighbor was wrong.

Gracefully conceding when you know you're wrong. See, that's an admirable virtue. I'd like to think I would be so gracious if the shoe were on the other foot.

So the stakes are on my property and represent the westerly edge of his easement. He's free to clear everything east of that line (right of the stakes in the photos).


But by mid-afternoon Saturday, after brushing for half the day, I was nearly spent. And wondering if they make chaps for arms.


My big accomplishment for the rest of the weekend was digging this hole at the edge of the pad, to start the trenches from,


...and to install the grounding electrode system for the branch circuit panel.


Have I mentioned how much I love digging in this soil? This stuff is *such* a cakewalk to dig, compared to most soils around Arizona. No caliche, no stiffly compacted layers, not much for boulders or cobbles either, at least in the first few feet below the surface (I know there's more starting about 6-10 feet down.) Just a gnarly sandy loam. And I am told by various neighbors that it grows fantastic melons, as well as other vegetables. I still have an area planned for 'John Cougar's Melon Camp', once I've got this work completed. Next year!

In other good news, the leak at the tank...was not. Apparently it was nothing more than a shadow. Dadcat first reported this to me a couple weeks ago, and I confirmed it last weekend.


I also got further on the pipe assembly on the booster pad, but still not "done", as I had previously forgotten the need for a hose bibb right at the pad. So more parts next time...


More pics--

Lily fairy guardian at the wildlife puddle:


Bare thornbush sprouting tiny leaves:


Ripening fruit on pencil cholla:


Ripening seed pods on saltbush:


I do believe spring is coming to the desert!

Labels: San Pedro homestead

In OTHER news... No, still not really. Steve's (that's Steve H. Graham for Google's sake) new book is out in the stores and at Amazon.com. Despite his recent tanking in my esteem, I'm not going to be so small-minded as to fail to mention it here. Actually I've rethought that some. This episode has just confirmed certain things about him that I'd previously concluded and that I'd already made peace with. So it's really mostly a wash.

But let's see if he mentions my mention, or if the cognitive dissonance gets the better of him:



I haven't ordered one yet myself, and I'm in a wait-and-see mode. Frankly I couldn't stand the episodes he posted on his blog--they bored me to death. But apparently the finished product is *much* more hilarious than the early drafts were. I'm still grieving that his pirate book got cut by the publisher. That seemed to me to have much more potential, especially with Chris Muir's illustrations. But I *will* buy his next cookbook.

So! Your mission is to click on that link, buy the book and read it, and give me a review.

Update: Ok I might just have to add Dennis the Peasant to my blogroll. I just read his review of Steve's book HERE and hit no less than three LOL moments in the process. His reaction to the Ann Coulter imbroglio is just as priceless!

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

Not really, I'm still on the same general subject. Ann has a good article out this week, but her regular site appears to be jammed tight due to all the attention her comments garnered.

Rodger has reprinted it here:
SHOOTING ELEPHANTS IN A BARREL

Gutless appeasers, indeed!

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

sanc·ti·mo·ny (sāngk'tə-mō'nē)
n. Feigned piety or righteousness; hypocritical devoutness or high-mindedness.

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing

For all of you out there in blogland hyperventilating, bunching your panties, and gnawing your liver, I have one piece of advice: If you don't like what she says, IGNORE HER!

Geez people! Ann Coulter has a schtick, and that is saying outrageous things to get a a rise out of the perpetually outraged. Your vapors just paint you as a tool, and while you may protest vehemently at the characterization, you really do play RIGHT INTO HER SCHTICK with your overdone outrage.

Give it a rest. No one appointed her spokesperson for the right. No one can seriously make the assertion that she speaks for any significant portion of the body politic when she goes off the deep end. Why are you so worried about it? Last time I checked, this was still (nominally) a free country. Ann Coulter is free to say what she wants. Desert Cat is free to ignore her.

And now he will try to go back to ignoring you spazzes who are birthing a cow over her remarks.

Jeff Goldstein of course has it right.

Update: SteveH has the audacity to take on Vox over this issue, (illustrating his utter cluelessness re: Vox in the process). Good luck, Steve. You'll either be ignored or ground to hamburger. I'm betting the former, because it doesn't strike me that he'd consider you worth the trouble.

Update 2: Actually it's worse than that, and I think my respect for Steve is really tanking. I re-read, and he's not honest enough to state accurately what it is that Vox was objecting to, and has not provided a link for people to see for themselves.

Not to mention "the lady protesteth too much". Steve seems *quite* put out at the 'twinkletoes' epithet, and is hurling bushel-loads in response.

Don't worry Steve--Vox is just playing you for the mousie, and doubtless laughing at you all the while.

So much for ignoring the spazzes...

Update 3: And you people wonder why I've strayed away from political blogging?

Update 4: Pamela: The Right has to stop pandering to it's critics.

Update 5: A little back and forth with Steve in his comments, and he still doesn't appear to get the chief point that Vox was making and to which I tend to agree.

So far he's failed to post my last comment in that thread, so here (more or less)it is: Setting up your litmus test, drawing that line in the sand, determining who is 'in', based upon the depth of their shocked gasp?

Not sanctimony. Nope.

Criticize Coulter all day, I don't care and in fact cheer you on in your right to do so. I rarely read her or pay much attention to her, and for those who don't care for her style I suggest doing the same.

But I piss on your line in the sand.

How do I get drawn into these things? I suppose when I see egregious snottery on the right side of the 'sphere I just can't give it a pass.

It was something similar that got me off XXXXXXX blogroll, when I refused to join the cackling against Atlas Shrugs' Pamela. I went so far as to agree with someone else who was essentially saying that people who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

This was not on my blog, however. Nor on her blog, but in the comments of a third party blog. (So yes, Steve, it is possible to fall out with XXXXXXXX, however much she resembles a fluffy puppy, or whatever your simile was. All you need to do is let your lips inexplicably become detached from her fine posterior for a moment.)

In this case however I've never been on Steve's Hog On Ice blogroll and he's never done anything for me other than provide me with free entertainment and a few recipes. So I have no problem telling him when he's full of it (and himself).

And just in case anyone is wondering, I want to make it clear for the record that I don't think John Edwards is actually gay. Metrosexual? Oh heck yes. But rump-ranger? Butt-pirate? Pole smoker? Nah.

Update 6: She has her head screwed on straight, and is still The Headmistress as far as I'm concerned.

Update 7: Ah yes! Now the battle is joined. I was wrong. Bane was right. Pass the popcorn!

UPDATE 8: Oh, this is rich! This is chOICE! Vox makes a one post mild reply to Steve's flurry of huffery puffery, and Steve shrieks like a girl, takes down *all* his posts and comments re: Vox, and runs for the hills.

Who has the glass chin now?

Update 9: Steve continues his error, comparing Vox the Libertarian with Nazis, and/or Lyndon Larouche. Unbelievable! It's like he has no idea that the two could hardly be more diametrically opposed.

The only common thread I can see between a statist like Larouche and a libertarian like Vox is that some people also think libertarians are nuts. Otherwise to characterize Vox as extreme statist or extreme right in his views is pure ignorance.

Of course he says this post will come down in a day or two also. Whatever Steve. Keep taking your potshots. Keep hiding like a girl behind the delete button.

Final Final Update: Deleted above is reference to the name of a blogger who had nothing to do with this little pissing contest I engaged in with SteveH.

Madam, I extend my apologies to you here in this public forum as I did in my private e-mails to you. My issue as it relates to you was no excuse for public pissing and snarking months after the fact.

Labels: blogospheric navel-gazing, politics

Sweep the floor...pick up a bit of debris in the corner...look around again...

The bags are packed, the trinkets dispersed, the last of what was once so important is now all gone--given away or taken, as the case may be.

Late afternoon sun shines warmly through a westerly window, lighting a shaft of shimmering, dancing dust motes...

And the moment weighs.

Oh, where you're going is marvelous--a shining city beyond all description, they say. Still...there grows a lump in your throat that threatens to swell to the size of your entire being.

Tears now, well from the pool beneath your lids, blend with the beam of sunlight in a dazzling burst, obscure your vision as you turn and wipe. You're crazy, of course. No one else seems to see it. No one else understands the meaning of the things that have been happening in the same way you do. It's hard to miss it, you think to yourself. And yet...there must be a reason why so few else notice the same things. Crazy. That's the easiest explanation.

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Was this what it was like to be a denizen of Paris in 1939? Gay Paree! City of artists and writers and musicians and lovers! What is to fear? We have peace in our time! Ah, for Paris in springtime...
...comes May 1940 the unwelcome and un-looked for return of winter, scatters cherry blossom petals across the pavements, trampled under jackbooted heels...

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Was this what it was like to be a member of Noah's household? Yes, even as the rain begins to fall, the party outside the gate rolls on into the night. The waters rush along the streets, pool in the city squares, rise along the sidewalks, but they scarcely notice--they're too far gone. When this folly, this monstrous, cavernous wood and pitch...THING that had been so many years in the making...had been the object of so much derision and scorn and laughter...when it begins to creak and shift off it's moorings and the door closes shut and seals tight, then the shouts of dismay and cries of fear rising outside the gates are heard no more, and their darkness is complete.

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This foreboding...like the fires flickering on the outskirts of Rome, yet the Emperor plays on into the night, assuring all in attendance that there is nothing to fear. Nothing--it is just bonfires! But the Vandals are at the gate, the Huns are on the parapet, the Medes and Persians have overrun the palace grounds at Babylon, and the hand appears on the wall, cries out Mene, Mene, Tekel, Parsin, far far too late!

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So you gather around you those you love, those close and dear, and give them each a long, lingering hug. When all else around you fails, it is these that really only matter. What is the stuff of this world in the end?

You're about as ready as you can figure to be, knowing the night will bring regrets and doubts and fears and wishes you'd taken care of one more thing, or been wise enough in advance to plan for some other thing. But you wait now, lantern in hand, cloak on your arm. The carriage will come soon or late--he never would say exactly.

Or maybe the dawn will come, gray and misty, and you'll feel foolish for just a moment...until you remember.

No, not foolish. You've done what you know to do. Time will come sooner than any know. Let them scoff. You? You've gained one more day on this beautiful, precious, fated earth. One more moment of grace within which to give thanks and rejoice in both your Creator and His creation!

Labels: spiritual

...the whole fence is broken.

Labels: spiritual

It's not the pale moon
That excites me,
That thrills and
Delights me.
Oh no,
It's just the nearness
Of you...
Norah Jones

Beautiful moonrise as I was leaving the San Pedro homestead this evening!

I'm home, and I have photos and posts galore. But I am utterly beat. Pummeled to within an inch of my life with a rubber truncheon. A quick cruise of a few sites and bed is all I can manage this evening.

Labels: San Pedro homestead