Yesterday was the last day of 2008 and also the last day of working for money, at least for the time being which happens to be about four months. It would be nice to not have to make money for a whole year. That would be an essential story for when I someday become the crotchety old gramps on the front porch with whiskey and pipe.
The pallets are gone and the nails remain
outside in the pit of yesterdays fire.
I don't know how to accurately predict wind speed but I would imagine that the wind last night was somewhere in the 30knot range. All in all quite a frosty evening. I did happen to survive the onslaught thanks in large part to a nice pair of wool pants. The green kind with cargo pockets. I also just discovered that they come equipped with buttons on the inside of the waist band for the purpose of installing suspenders. Seems as if I'm going to have to go get some suspenders at some point.
Its funny how even though I know what is changing, I have yet to fully actualize the reality of the situation. Change. So many hardly understand what it really is. I hated seeing it dragged into the mud of hollow political slogans when in reality Change should be revered like other Gods. Rational logistics aside, the deeper always changing parts of me are bursting at the seams ready to roll towards what tomorrow tells. I realize that it is sometimes necessary to toss oneself into the universal merry go round and see where you end up when the ride is over. In my case, I know the ride, Yestermorrow, and I know how long it lasts, but where it drops me off is quite a mystery. I like that unknowing. Makes me think that I'm at least headed in the right philosophical direction. Why do we fool ourselves into believing that knowing, like a good pair of wool pants, is somehow going to buttress our fragile little legs of existence against the cold winds of Change?
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