It’s not supposed to be this cold. But this is what we’ve got, so I’ll go with it. A monumental day in the life of a me. Mosty because I looked really hard at the little things and was so pleased with what I saw.
There was the crazy guy who came into the shop at the end of the day. He was handing out photo copied pages about how the world could be redeemed if we would all just grow hemp. He had been to Holland seven times and just got his license to drive a car at 57 years old. He claimed to suffer from some strange disease, a sad story, but I was starting to wonder if the $16.95 he pledged to spend so I would listen to his drivel, was worth it.
Tonight I took my camera to record the devastation of my personal nature and haven. The logging operation has begun to soften with the greening of the woods. Today the US post office brought me a check for some of the wood that Wilson and his buddy labored over. I have mentioned with disdain my latest lawn ornament, a bright yellow skidder.
As to the check? It will buy me several months of board for my beloved Night. I promised Wilson and Co. we would spit everything, 1/3 to each. I’m holding back for taxes but we all make out quite well with lots of firewood and a stipend for the disruption.
Maybe next year I will plant Hemp!?