An English In Kentucky



















February 4th 2009

    Why complicate these things with explanation.  And this morning when I reached the kitchen the wife was still floundering, so quietly I returned to my bedroom in case the cat thought I might feed him.  He can be demanding, and so determined he is to keep me beneath him in the pecking order he treats me with great contempt. My reaction is probably childish.

    It is the wholesale show, coming soon at the end of this month, that has us in a fever.  Winter is not the time to be traveling twelve hours across mountain roads, when there is so much to be done right here.  Perhaps if the economy were better, perhaps if the weather was more settled.  Perhaps if the world was perfect the mundane of earning a living would too be perfect, but it is not, and things like the hot water bath which I will build this year have to anyway wait until the ground thaws.

    The traveling always does us good. At least so it seems when it is over and done with.  When we are home again.  Out and about, we gain insight into our own place.  Yet those far away Eastern Cities require fortitude.  The pace of life there is reckless, and at the same time revealing.  We get to eat things we might not otherwise eat, like burgers and French-fries, Panera Bread or something sweet and sour on white rice.

    There is the birthday too.  I'll be very close to venerable.  An astonishing achievement for one who never believed he would make thirty and consequently spent the formative years amongst habits most consider unwise.

    These are the frailties of uncertainty.  Times are interesting and for those unafraid of poverty these are exciting times.