“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...

Saturday, June 18, 2011

June 19, 2011

la gente que conozco ... tres bocetos

He said that he can’t figure out why anyone would want the world to get better - he wants it to end. When the end comes, he will be taken up to heaven. The rest of us will face God’s wrath…revelations…but he’ll be first in line at the golden gate. The bouncer wont even card him. He believes that war and earthquakes and famine and diseases are good – even floods and tornadoes - they damn the deserved, and let the good guys know they are GOOD. And he is a GOOD guy. But he just needs the world to end to prove it.

The mini van was parked in the Acme grocery store parking lot. On its sides and back windows was brightly painted “ Bin Laden is avenged”, Rot in Hell Bin Laden”, “Obama, Thanks for killing him”, “Hooray!”. Bruce, whose job it is to gather all the shopping carts from the parking lot and push them back to the store was quite upset over the van and stopped me... “That’s too much”, he said, nervously pointing out the van to me …Even Bruce, who is a mentally disabled adult, understands the outcome of extremism. It’s a stick of dynamite with a fuse burning on both ends…even if one side is extinguished, the other side will set it off.

I handed her the CSA share bag, full of greens and a bundle of beets. The week before I had delivered a share of strawberries and lettuces to her. She was so happy to have them. These shares were shares that belonged to one of my CSA members, who asked that I give them to the woman. I called the CSA member who was in the hospital undergoing chemo, to tell her how happy that had made the recipient, and the member said to me, “it means so much to me that no matter how sick I am, I can still do something for others…”

Monday, June 6, 2011

June 6, 2011

a walk across the farm early this morning...