Over A Year
What on Earth does that mean?
So much is gone. The snow. The tree. Although, the snow will be back, and the tree will be back as well.
The chain link fence is gone. Replaced by a plastic fence. No maintenance, right?! I don’t mind. It will outlive me. But that is true of all the plastic we’ve created. Sure it’s going to decay and flake, aren’t we all, but I’m happy for now that it obscures the view of the neighbors back yards.
I dislike our closest neighbor, and he hates us as well. It could be he is unhappy in general, and he doesn’t think about us at all. He has a ridiculous haircut, shaved on the sides with a topknot. He could be anywhere in age between 20 and 50. I don’t know. He has a daughter, and hates dogs. I think I’m happier just speculating about him than actually knowing real facts about him.
On the plus side, he takes care of the place, doesn’t have raging keggars, and stays on his side of the fence. His next door neighbor is prone to loud late evening screaming matches. Everyone in the vicinity hears it. The living arrangement is unclear. We don’t have a clear picture of who actually lives there, who is visiting, and who lives in the cars that are parked in front. Not our business right? You know what a neighbor is?
So much can happen over a year, in a life, or a yard. Things grow, things die. gets wet, gets dry, flowers bloom and decay, the insects come, the insects go. Such is life. You get a job, you lose a job. Figure out how to fill the day, to spend the time. You have to keep moving, or you will dry out, and blow away. That is ok too. Just the way of things, of creatures, of plants. You leave your tracks, and everyone you remember is gone. So you just abide with the seasons, and take it as it comes. Enjoy the show.
It’s always changing, but don’t call it progress. It just is. Surface changes are not a question of intent. I don’t think we are going to end up being the master, even though we think we are in charge. We are passengers, on a cruise, participants in living life. Our lives are part of the whole. We are not separate from nature, nor are we separate from each other. Privacy is one thing, inflicting pain on each other or Mother Gaia is another. I will never tell anyone what to do, but you are wrong if you think your actions have no consequences, no matter how much money you accumulate, and how much power you think you have. It all stems from what is under your feet, and the world is not yours. It is hours. The hubris we display is out of hand.
And, now they want to strip mine the Moon. The MOON! Everything is not ours to use, abuse, and throw away.
We need to get over ourselves. Or choke from our greed.
PREVIOUSLY ON YOU WON’T WIN
I have started a section of the website called ACQUIRED TASTES, which is music oriented writing and I published something in that section last week.
ACQUIRED TASTES-Music Writing
I just published it on the web and didn’t send it out on the email list. It’s part of an effort to use Substack as a webhosting place, and only emailing only once a week. Last week I published 3 times. No such “production” this week. Recovering from Treefort 14 and preparing for a colonoscopy on Monday. I’ve decided to ramp up to a twice a week schedule. Let’s see if I can do it.
Published on the web last Monday
Published last Wednesday
Check my THREADS feed to see examples of the bands I saw.
I made a threads account, even though Zuck Sucks-CLICK ON THIS LINK!
And I am really happy with how this piece turned out.
No pressure on the tip jar, but it helps me buy soil for my container beds.