Daily Archives: November 17, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

“The epitome of the human realm is to be stuck in a huge traffic jam of discursive thought.” – Chogyam Trungpa

Good morning.

I slept past 7am this morning. The skies looked threatening, and the wind was up, so I put on yesterday’s clothes, made my bed, and took the dogs right out. Within just a few minutes of our return the rain started. Now there is the rocking of the wind and swirling beat of the raindrops on my RV. I like that, as long as I know the dogs have had the chance to poop. Perhaps we’ll get that snow today.

I’m not sure what to read now.

This might be a nice lifestyle if it didn’t involve fixing the roof on the place. I’m not real handy:

I should get busy loading content on here, but I’m still bummed about losing so much stuff that had previously been on the internet archives for the Ranch. I reckon that’s a good reason to write new stories. Also, I had used some real names back then not thinking about the fact that those people might someday be on the internet as well and perhaps look themselves up. Add to that the fact that I can run for office now and no one is the wiser, and I’m golden. Still hate that I’ve lost all of dad’s postings from the Ranch and all of Tasso’s stories and more besides. I miss reading Tasso.

Angela at Network Solutions was real nice to me today, so hello Angela, and gracias.

I think tonight I’ll begin reading “The Chaco Meridian” about political and religious power in the Southwest over the last thousand years, and perhaps i’ll add some more stuff to the Ranch.


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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

I walked home tonight singing Blaze Foley songs to myself. It was one of those “cold, cold world” days, I suppose. That’s not a bad thing. It wasn’t particularly even cold today. The world was friendly enough, and my acquaintances are warm enough. There is nothing compelling complaint today. I reckon my pace was fit the tune as I walked.

I’m fat. There is no one to wipe away my problems and few to even distract me from them. It’s just grown-up stuff answering a circumstance impelled by childishness, or perhaps more accurately mindlessness. That’s nothing new for me and not really even a deal-breaker. I’ll stick around and see it through, Inshallah.

I did find this in my mailbox when I got home tonight, which is cool.


Tomorrow I’ll make jalapeno cornbread to go with the beans and greens I made today. That’s about as ambitious as I plan to be at this point. I’ll also start a new book. I’m finishing up “Hunger” by Knut Hamsun. I finished Dostoevsky’s “Notes from Underground” the other day and “The Last War Trail” a few days prior to that. I’m on something of a roll in that respect.

I’m about to go spend a week in Olathe house-sitting for a friend of mine while he sees his family in San Jose, CA. I reckon I can get some work done on the website and get some books read and play with the dogs off-leash a lot, hopefully in the snow.

We’re supposed to get snow tomorrow, but it’s too warm for it right now.

I reckon that’s the farm report for now.

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