January 12th, 2009

space - Hubble - Saturn

Good Morning!!



My brother moved to CT from CA about five or six years ago.  They bought a beautiful home with seven acres and were enchanted.

He was also amazed at how even those who have lived there their whole lives come out for the first snow.  The children gather to sled.  It was as though the excitement and appreciation never dissipate.

He sent this, this morning, from one of his friends.  Enjoy your winter weather, however it is.   :)


Aug. 12 - Moved into our new home in Connecticut . It is so beautiful
here. The hills and river valleys are so picturesque. I have a beautiful old
oak tree in my front yard. Can hardly wait to see the change in the seasons.
This is truly God's Country.

Oct. 14 - Connecticut is such a gorgeous place to live, one of the real special
places on Earth. The leaves are turning a multitude of different colors. I
love all of the shades of reds, oranges and yellows, they are so bright. I
want to walk through all of the beautiful hills and spot some white tail
deer. They are so graceful, certainly they must be the most peaceful
creatures on Earth. This must be paradise.

Nov. 11 - Deer season opens this week. I can't imagine why anyone would want
to shoot these elegant animals.  They are the very symbol of peace and
tranquility here in Connecticut . I hope it snows soon. I love it here!

Nov. 20 - Leaves continue to fall in all their brilliant colors. I have
raked most all up and redeposited them in my compost pile for next Spring's
Mulch. What a great place. I love it here!

Dec. 2 - It snowed last night. I woke to the usual wonderful sight:
everything covered in a beautiful blanket of white. The oak tree is
magnificent. It looks like a postcard.  We went out and swept the snow from
the steps and driveway. The air is so crisp, clean and refreshing.

We had a snowball fight.  I won, and the snowplow came down the street.
He must have gotten too close to the driveway because we had to go out and
shovel the end of the driveway again. What a beautiful place. Nature in harmony.
I love it here!

Dec. 12 - More snow last night. I love it!  The plow did his cute little
trick again.  What a rascal. A winter wonderland.  I love it here!

Dec. 19 - More snow - couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work in
time.  I'm exhausted from all of the shoveling. And that snowplow!

Dec. 21 - More of that white shit coming down.  I've got blisters on my
hands and a kink in my back.  I think that the snowplow driver waits around
the corner until I'm done shoveling the driveway. The Asshole.

Dec. 25 - White Christmas?  More freakin' snow.  If I ever get my hands on
the sonofabitch who drives that snowplow, I swear I'll castrate him. And why
don't they use more salt on these roads to melt this crap??

Dec. 28 - It hasn't stopped snowing since Christmas.  I have been inside
since then, except of course when that SOB, "Snowplow Harry", comes by.
Can't go anywhere, cars are buried up to the windows.  Weather man says to expect
another 10 inches. Do you have any idea how many shovelfuls 10 inches is??

Jan. 1 - Happy New Year?  The way it's coming down it won't melt until the
4th of July!  The snowplow got stuck down the road and the shithead actually
had the balls to come and ask to borrow a shovel! I told him I'd broken six
already this season.

Jan. 4 - Finally got out of the house.  We went to the store to get some
food and a goddamn deer ran out in front of my car and I hit the bastard.
It did $3,000 in damage to the car. Those beasts ought to be killed. The
hunters should have a longer season if you ask me.

Jan. 27 - Warmed up a little and rained today.  The rain turned the snow
into ice and the weight of it broke the main limb of the oak tree in the
front yard and it went through the roof.  I should have cut that old piece
of shit into fireplace wood when I had the chance.

Feb 23 - Took my car to the local garage.  Would you believe the whole
underside of the car is rusted away from all of that damn salt they dump on
the road?  Car looks like a bashed up, heap of rusted cow shit.

May 10 - Sold the car, the house, and moved to Florida .  I can't imagine
why anyone in their freakin' mind would ever want to live in the God
forsaken State of Connecticut ...

 




alan - winter bird

Poetry -



I love the poetry of Li-Young Lee.  Here is a beauty.



Praise Them

The birds don't alter space.
They reveal it. The sky
never fills with any
leftover flying. They leave
nothing to trace. It is our own
astonishment collects
in chill air. Be glad.
They equal their due
moment never begging,
and enter ours
without parting day. See
how three birds in a winter tree
make the tree barer.
Two fly away, and new rooms
open in December.
Give up what you guessed
about a whirring heart, the little
beaks and claws, their constant hunger.
We're the nervous ones.
If even one of our violent number
could be gentle
long enough that one of them
found it safe inside
our finally untroubled and untroubling gaze,
who wouldn't hear
what singing completes us?
 
~ Li-Young Lee ~
 
(Book of My Nights)



alan - winter bird

Annie Dillard -




from Pilgrim at Tinker's Creek by Annie Dillard:

In summer I stalk.  Summer leaves obscure, heat dazzles and creatures hide from the red-eyed sun, and me. I have to seek things out. The creatures I seek have several senses and free will; it becomes apparent that they do not wish to be seen. I can stalk them in either of two ways. The first is not what you think of as true stalking, but it is the via negativa, and as fruitful as actual pursuit. When I stalk this way I take my stand on a bridge and wait, emptied. I put myself in the way of the creature's passing, like spring Eskimos at a seal's breathing hole. Something might come; something might go.  I am Newton under the apple tree, Buddha under the bo. Stalking the other way, I forge my own passage, seeking the creature. I wander the banks; what I find I follow, doggedly, like the Eskimos haunting the caribou herds. I am Wilson squinting after the traces of electron in a cloud chamber; I am Jacob at Peniel wrestling with the angel.




alan - purple flowers

Friendship!



As I type the word friendship just now, I see it as a ship of friends, a Friend Ship.   I like it.

From I Am A Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter.  


But our glory as human beings is that, thanks to being beings with brains complicated enough to allow us to have friends and to feel love, we get the bonus of experiencing the vast world around us, which is to say, we get consciousness.  Not a bad deal at all.  

angel

Wouldn't it be loverly?



Thoreau in his essay "Walking" -

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least - and it is commonly more than that - sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields absolutely free from all worldly engagements.