Hopefully, and there is that word again, we can all gather for a beer in a Great Place.
Some day and somewhere.
Been a crazy couple of days. I write about a cat dying and then Stucky posts what is to me a great lesson of what needs to be important in life. Gotta say it is wonderful that Scrabble considers me a writer. I feel bad now that I have been mean to him in the past. I won’t be anymore…
It is a shame to see an editor so trite about integrity. Still that is the way it is these days. Truth or consequence matter least in a world where character has been devalued so much.
I really should do more when writing. I have tried to be a good student. Watched all you guys post what you will. My writing has changed but most times I leave the conclusion to conjecture. There is a reason for this I now realize.
I am proud to be a dirt person. I am the Son and Grand-Sons of dirt farmers since time began.
When I was in Scotland at Callanish I stood among rocks placed by Men from a Stone Age. The people who have made it their life studying those relics are not even sure when they were placed. Best guess is 3000 BC. That is a long time ago. Standing among those stone one cannot help but be in awe of what they accomplished without the conveniences of the modern day. It likely didn’t help them feed their families. They didn’t have to do it. Still they did.
Maybe that is what this place is.
It was a monument to them and who knows this place might one day be seen as a monument to us.
Brothers in Arms and Dire Straits
Those stones are refered to as A Menhir in the language of the time.
A most correct name for a Standing Rock.
When I dug that grave for my cat I decided to honour her with a monument as well. Now my grief does not compare to Stucky. I don’t want to equate my experience in any way to what he has just been thru. However I did watch for the first time the life drain away naturally from something that was once living.
I am getting a bit off track with this ramble but as it is and as it was. Weird thing hope is. I have struggled my whole life with the illogic of it. Now realize it is from hope that springs the conjecture that frames my existence.
A seven pound cat taught me all that…
But yeah… We are in the right place. Disagree we might, shitpost each other by times.
But when the chips are down we have each got the other backs.
This is a place of Men and Women, Menhir.
Strong as stone and built to last..
I might put this in my book. I have to convince myself that it is worthwhile to do. I am getting there. The outline is variously in my head and in notes I keep. I am going to get thru the spring and see what happens next. It is looking like it is now in rear view mirror. But ya just never know. To do it right and justice the subject will need to be explored in third person. Not be about me..
For years it was a hot stove I couldn’t help but touch and get burned. These days though I can sit aside safely and warm myself in the glow of the fire. Weird Cat I am. Wife thinks I fret too much about integrity. Maybe I do. Not sure why as I haven’t always been a good boy. Still I am learning that carrying a grudge only leads to a chip on the shoulder. And yeah its heavy. I have fell a few times carrying that cross. Still I am in good company.
Christ fell seven times carrying his……
Hopefully the book gets done at some point but it will happen when it happens. Funny thing is the bit I wrote above or parts of it will likely be in book.