"OH, YOU CAN'T HELP THAT," SAID THE CAT, "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE."
--Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Monday, October 19, 2015

Meaning...What Meaning?

The household was put back in order. Best of all, the wash machine sat back in its place for the waiting piles of laundry.

The dog crates are in the back of the living room now, and Harvey the Turtle is up on a shelf.


The floor is all done.
The TV cabinet was the biggest item hauled in from the moving truck two years ago. The kitchen door was the only one it would go through. There was a quarter inch to spare after they moved the refrigerator. The couch never made it through any door, and sat out in the barn in its movers' shrink-wrap until it was miraculously hauled away by an Internet purchaser. Someday, Wendy and John might buy another couch. It is not high on the priority list.

Sports Desk: Soccer-soaked Saturday! Aidan's team didn't fare too well on their last tournament a week ago, but they played to the max. Soccer parents lined the fields; John and Wendy among them...


Three games into the day, it was over. No joy in Mudville...

Not altogether happy with the results, but, still, they all played like there was no tomorrow.
Parent photo-op. Or, maybe grandmother photo-op.

Coach asked Aidan if he wanted to be on the All-Stars team.
 Aidan's soccer exuberance was restored at the school practices and games this week as evidenced by his socks...


The mornings are now consistently too cold to sit on the porch with early coffee. Still, I go out for a minute or two and have a conversation with Toby. This morning I could see him working the fence line and beneath Neighbor Joe's trees hunting game. He likes his smidgen of goat milk in the mornings. I warm it up a little for him now. 


Aidan made a cake. This time he did the whole thing himself from beginning to end. I supplied the ingredients, a little of the clean-up; mostly, hung out while he did it all.


Friend Sarah and I went to the CSA farm she subscribes to; not too far away. It's season starts June 1st and runs through to November each year. We went out and Sarah picked a few remaining flowers to go with this week's sacks of produce we collected for her larder. The cultivation is about twice the area that can be seen here, and has a number of the quonset shaped plant shelters...



Wendy had someone come cut her far pasture to bale up for winter...

Going through gate to far pasture beyond the second fence.

It's nice outside for walks most afternoons now...
















I see on the cover
of the AARP Bulletin:
Oprah is searching for meaning.
Oprah!? Holy Cow!
I thought she knew.
Now what.

As soon as I said that
Poof! There before me
stood Destiny
laughing
in her long underwear.

She scratched herself
and said
"Forget it, Lady,
we're all waiting
for the fat lady to sing.


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