The unusual end
to an unusual year. Due to our holiday schedule at work, I go in today for a full day. It's Saturday, the only Saturday all year I've been required to work. It's the last Saturday of the year.
It's been an unusual year. The terrorist attack in New York and Washington. I had a memoir come out which has actually sold a few copies. I've lost some vision in my left eye due to a viral infection; that has been coming back slowly. Those are the three big things that stand out. Are any of them going to matter in the long run? Certainly not the latter two issues - these are mine, personal, no one else would care. Life is like that, however - it's what's right in your face that's important to you, what's right in my face that's important to me. Though perhaps we have learned, this year, a little bit about caring for each other.
You probably cannot speak about the middle unless you have stood in the middle. To be fully knowledgeable, you probably have to poke about a good deal, and pay attention when something catches your attention. That's what I hope to do for my Vagabond project.
Frost on the windshield and windows of the car, as tight as any frost I've encountered this season. Blue cold sky above. Some sun to the east. Flag at the cemetery from west to east. North out of Fairwater, the long shadows. Yet the days grow longer.
I'm assuming the puffs of blue clouds to the west and northwest have come up from Green Lake again. Green Lake is a local condition.