“Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.” William Jennings Bryan

Monday, June 27, 2011

June 27, 2011

I probably should be outside weeding…

Should is an interesting word. It implies that things are wrong. I should do this or that, or, things should be this way or that way…I do my best not to think or say should…I do my best to accept things as they are, rather than what they should be. Nothing should be….I shouldn’t be this or that either. I just am. That’s all.

I have been giving a lot of time listening to Alexi Murdoch and psychedelic folk harpist singer Joanna Newsome – they both play very simplified music with very real lyrics that capture all four corners of life, but in very different means. I was never main stream. I have always lived off to the side of things. At times it makes me hard to understand, or to figure out, but it’s a good place for me to be. From here I don’t get too swept away, but I can see what is swept away…

Think it’s been close to two months now that I haven’t watched tv. I have flipped through channels a few times, but I have just turned it off and gone off to read, or I put on my ear phones and listen to some music. Sometimes I just take a nap…or go do something out side. These two months have been good for me.

Louie had a bad reaction to a salve that we tried on his mane to relieve his itching. His skin peeled, and tuffs of hair fell out…What was meant to heal made things worse. The vet put him on steroids – 22 pills each morning for now. I feel terrible. He still lets me hug him, kiss his nose, and pet him – he’s so forgiving. Wish I could be the same sometimes. Animals have so much to teach us…I know that line isn’t original, but its worth repeating.

Speaking of animals, our rooster is about to be re-homed to a person who loves the “cock-a-doodle-doo” call. It beats eating him, which was becoming the plan. I don’t care for his lack of ‘courtship manners’, and then he finally went after Kath. That’s what a rooster does and I can’t change his instincts, but I can change where he lives…Rose will be coming over to help – she’s a lot younger and more nimble than I, so I am glad for the help. We plan to net him and put him in a dog carrier, then take him to his new home. That’s the plan…I’ll let you know later how many stitches I need.

“I don’t want a pickle…just want to ride my motor cycle” is playing now…Arlo Guthrie. “and I don’t wanna to die…just want to ride my motor cycle”. For the moment, things are quite that simple.

June 28, 2011
Update-- our roo has a nice new home now, about 10 minutes away. He went happily - well sort of. He wasn't too happy about being herded into the cage, but he eventually conceded, and never raised a spur. We sent along a care package of his favorite grains. He will be well taken care of, and if he even acts the least bit of a gentleman, he'll never know the feel of barbeque sauce...

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