So today was today, and today was good. Woke up and worked outside, made the back yard a bit more like a yard and a bit less like half an acre of Borneo. Working outside brings me out of my head for a while, lets me smell and see and hear and touch without analyzing everything, and that’s good. Growing up on land with animals, yard work, and quiet woods put a good sense of calm into me that I rely on from time to time when I’m surrounded by cars, people, cell phones, people, computers, oh and people. Sometimes I forget how nice it can be to just shape nature around you. Luckily our yard has quite the mind of its own and has prodigiously found its way into places it shouldn’t be, thus providing me with days and days of communal pruning, chopping and digging.
But not for a while, for there is travel ahead and I must make ready to live my days as a beach bum.
There, all done, I’m ready. Now I just have to pack and I’m off.
Brain not functioning, must sleep. Write more tomorrow.
But, like any good Captain I’ll leave you all with some lovely words to enjoy, some of you may even recognize them.
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me...
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Really sweet. I think you're a bit of an angel. If you want to live to an old age, you better cultivate some naughtiness because the good die young.
Don't worry Patrick; I can vouch for him that he should live to a ripe old age from that aspect ;-)
And D, if you ever feel you really need some serious nature to shape, I can provide 2 acres essentially in the middle of nowhere for you to escape.
Yeah, I should make it out there some day soon, if only to repay you for all the work you’ve done over at my place.
Remember, if all else fails in the battle for a nice yard, the scorched Earth policy worked pretty well for the Russians in 1943…you didn’t hear much about them ever having to cut the grass until well into the 50’s…
Oh, and thanks Pat for the kind words. Luckily for me I’m housing about three or four personalities in here, most of which aren’t as angelic as the one who wrote this post…
Oh the stories we could tell….
I liked Serenity, but those lyrics are the work of some 20-something dimwit.
Well, I may just be holding up my nerd card on this one, but in point of fact those lyrics were written by Joss Whedon himself, as was the music. While they may be a bit campy when read off the page, they do lend themselves to the whole idea of the Firefly universe and its characters.
And I’ll admit it, I enjoy many many things that others find cheesy.
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