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Thursday, January 5, 2006

Itís funny how quickly you can get used to adverse conditions as part of your day-to-day existence. Some people are better at this than others, I suppose, but we do what we have to do. I never thought Iíd be so casual about slopping through ankle-deep mud every day just to get my mail. When I first moved to the country, I resented the fact that the carrier didnít bring the mail to my door, as Iíd been used to in town. Now, pretty much anything goes.

I still donít like the mud, but I donít mind it as much as I thought I would. It helps that I have a routine, although the routine has some flaws. If I forget to turn on the answering machine before I put my boots on, I have to take the boots off to go back and turn it on, because I wonít walk across the formerly white carpet in those boots.

Trudging out there and back isnít the problem. Iíve even taught myself to walk through the watery parts instead of the icky brown stuff, because the puddles are bound to be lower to the actual bed of rock that is still under all that mess. Every time I drive the car through it, I try to hit the same ruts, not only for the carís sake but also to give myself a walkway for the next time I need one.

The hardest part for me — and I know this is ridiculous — is cleaning off the boots before I go into the house. I find a dry paving stone to set the mail on, then climb up through the lambís-ear to the garden hose, which I turn on myself in the vain hope that I can get the water to spray the bottoms of the boots without spattering all over my Leviís. That never happens, and Iím soaked through by the time I get into the house and deposit the boots in the disposable roasting pan that sits just inside my front door.




4 January 2006

The first bird, after the storm.



So, as I said, there are flaws in the system, but Iím okay with it. I didnít think Iíd be okay with it at all, and now that itís been two full days since the last rain I should be losing patience with it, but Iím okay. Or so I keep telling myself. You do what you have to do. People have put up with a lot more, with a lot less complaining.




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Suzanne and I met for lunch today. We need to do that more often, because weíre good for each other. Neither of us has to pretend to be someone weíre not, and we have no desire to judge each other. Thereís too much of that other stuff in the world already, for no good reason. If people want to be like that, they can just have lunch by themselves, as far as Iím concerned.

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Bring the Boy Back Home

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One year ago: Denizen
"Itís as big as a beaver or a koala (or as big as I imagine those creatures to be)."

Two years ago: Winged Hope
"Any bird that can mourn and frolic at the same time has my full support."

Three years ago: Oasis
"It's not that I don't believe in them, or that I'm afraid of them, or that I don't know how to use them. Okay, it's a little bit that last one."

Four years ago: Unresolved
"People, label your family photos. Do it while you still know who's who (or while someone who does know is still around)."

Five years ago: Batting Around
"I guess I just never learned how to relax and concentrate at the same time."

Six years ago: Stir Crazy
"Either I need a new thermometer or I've become a vampire. (Buffy, stake me!)"


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