A New Year

A new year. Yeah, right. Another opportunity for a measure disaster or a timed opportunity for the world to fuck you over. Aw, that is just the negative Tom talking. I am better than that.

The Christmas holiday, the so-called Holy Days, were wildly varied. At one moment I was the subject of blistering condemnation, the next I was the source of all pleasure and satisfaction. Hard to find a median in that confusion. The bottom line is that I dislike the holiday. It encommpasses too many disappointments, too many exhilerations. The essense of the good life is to live the golden median. Christmas always violates that rule.

Spent some time with my daughter over the holiday. She is involved with a guy whom I distrust. She complains that I do not like him. Well, seems to me that he has to earn a little confidence. Same for her. Tried to talk to her about joining me on the farm but she would have nothing to do with it. I think that is a big mistake on her part.

WitchWoman was a joy to be around. It was hard to leave her to drive back to the farm. But, I did. I drove from Kansas City to Welch, stopping only for fuel.

When I arrived home, I discovered that my heater was not working. And, because the temperatures were plunging, my water lines from the well froze. I spent a very cold night. This morning, I spent hours thawing out the pipes. I gave them blow jobs. (That is, I used a blow dryer to heat up the pipes.) When they were thawed, I turned my attention to the heater. I fixed it but did not trust my effots. So, I called an expert (a high school drop-out) who verified that I had fixed the situation but still charged me $50. Tonight, I am warm and have water. It is a considerable advantage over last night.

Sassyfrass, my cat, is pregnant. She is real pregnant. Due at any time. I let her out to wander a bit this afternoon. It is almost 7 pm now, dark and cold, but she has yet to return. I am a natural worrier. I hope she did not drop the kittens in the woods. If she did, they will never survive the cold temperatures.

I worked on the herb garden again today. I will continue tomorrow. I have to get the tractor repaired before I plow the area for the millet, milo, corn and sunflowers. I still have time but would like to get it done in order to put down some nutrients before planting in early spring.

My regret is that I am not more excited about a new year. It is just routine. And, that, in itself, is a sad commentary. New starts ought to generate some genuine enthusiasm. Instead, it is just another January with some routine chores and tasks.

I know that I really dislike the cold.