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