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Twelfth Night Plus Three—Sailing Near The Wind : Quixotry

Ted Everett writes from Concord New Hampster—the not so's you'd notice anymore Live Free or Die state—that he enjoyed the postmark from Ajo on my Annual Letter. I made the trip to Ajo AridZona just to post those letters from my namesake city; I am happy that you noticed, Ted, and you get the prise for being first, and so far only, to notice.
God's Dog
On the first day, God created the dog and said: 'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.' The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?' So God agreed. 
God's Monkey
On the second day, God created the monkey and said:   'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.' The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?' And God agreed. 

God's CowOn the third day, God created the cow and said: 'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty  years.' The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty ?' And God agreed again.  

On the fourth day, God created man and said: 'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.' But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?' 'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.' 
God's Man's God
So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone. 

Life has now been explained to you. There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing it as a public service

What I am reading recently says, or at least seems to say, that only the present exists. Only the now. This moment. What I am trying to learn is this: Long ago, when I was a wee lad, I lived for some undefined future—when I get older I will do this or that or be some one... (What do you want to be when you grow up?...). Now it seems I live for, or in, the past; I long for the good old days, I wish I could go back there/then; I struggle to live as if I were then, and not now. My question is: when was the tipping point? When did I stop looking forward and commence looking back? Do you suppose it is somewhen between the "next forty years we slave" and the "next ten years we do monkey tricks"? 

SS benefit goes up and Medicare deductions and deductibles increase, the price of comestibles has risen despite fuel having decreased. So what difference does it make? And why?

"They" don't pay for everything. Firstly the compensation depends upon who you are and what your situation is. And where you "live" or at least claim to reside. Different places have different rules. And after all is said and done and one has signed all the applications there are still deductibles to be met that start over again each year and changes to the rules whenever "they" feel like it but we can do nothing about except when "they" deign to let us.
A Group of Humans
Despite all the grouping and categorising that "they" like to do each of us is in fact judged as an individual when one gets right down to the nitty-gritty such that the guy who lives next door will get some benefit that you who reside right next to him will be denied. There is little or no help in the system and "they" are not responsible for any advice they give anyhow.

Around the corner at the local primary school a teacher noticed that a little boy at the back of the class was squirming around, scratching his crotch, and not paying attention. She went back to find out what was going on. The boy was quite embarrassed and whispered that he had just recently been circumcised and he was quite itchy. The teacher told him to go down to the principal's office where he was to telephone his mother and ask her what he should do about it. He did and returned to his class.
Two Boys Playing
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the room. She went back to investigate only to find him sitting at his desk with his whizzle hanging out. 'I thought I told you to call your mom!' she said.

'I did,' he said, 'And she told me that if I could stick it out till noon, she'd come and pick me up from school.

2009febter11 Frost on the Pumpkin

Yesterday the dawn temperature was 31f here. Frost on the windscreen of Little Truck when I started off to the foodbank. Had to rummage about under the seat and find my long disused ICE SCRAPER! This morning the dawn temp is 41f. Quite a bit nicer.

Still slightly more than a month to go before Equinox and it becomes apparent that in fact the days are getting longer now. There is still light after supper. We have had several days over the past fortnight where small but measurable amounts of precipitation have accumulated in the rain gauge. The ground is soft and damp, a carpet of new green everywhere covers the dusty dun usualness of the land, and Spring flowers are about to spring forth.

2009febter22, My Mother's Birthday

And my sister’s too. And used to be George Washington’s birthday until the Monday Holiday movement usurped it. A couple of guests at La Casa Blanca employed my service as a guide yesterday and we went for a walk:

First to the gun range parking height of land just to the north of Indian Eye and the watering hole. One SUV and two armed men were setting up with all manner of weapons and cans and bottles. Turned around and went back to the road at the previous last fork that goes west towards the grinding slick rock cave and ends at the fence there.

We had a good walk there and picked up or buried several handfuls of trash. One large item was on top of the matate wind cave: a tattered American flag on a pole had fallen over from where some patriot had left it standing in a cairn. The flag was too much to carry; I left it folded and hidden under a large rock.
Windmill Cave
From the wind cave we walked west to the grinding-slick cave, carrying some trash and burying other. The grinding slick is still there, where I left it last time, hidden under the table.

Out from there and on the road, we drove north to the Hummingbird Windmill corral and walked over to the caves near there. All is well at that site. The corral looks like there has been some recent repair, lots of new wood in the loading ramp and some of the fences and there was a small herd of cows in residence, mostly on the inside. But the area was mostly clean.

Over all a good walkabout: one bag of trash, probly an hour of picking time within several hours of walking. I will try to return to the wind cave and recover the flag one day soon. Perhaps I will go see what mess the shooters left at the Indian Eye carpark.

March Winds Change Course: Quixotry

Last night I suffered through the documentary Earthlings and have to say it was enough to turn me into a vegetarian:

"Oscar-nominated actor Joaquin Phoenix narrates this powerful award-winning examination of mankind's dependence on animals. The film delves into the food, entertainment and medical industries' use of animals and links each to the world economy. Unflinching footage, some shot by hidden cameras, explores slaughterhouses, puppy mills, factory farms and medical labs and reveals the roles they play in perpetuating society's disrespect for animals.” —NetFlix

But then if one extends that philosophy where is the logical conclusion? If I choose not to eat meat then may I at least finish off all my leftovers? If I choose not to purchase meat is it ok to eat all that is already here in tins of tuna and chicken? What about continuing to wear my fine leather boots? What about eating vegetables grown by a farmer, carried by a trucker, purchased from a shopkeeper, who all eat meat and wear leather in the course of producing and selling me those veggies? Even peanutbutter is questionable now.

As long as there are slaughterhouses, there will be battlefields. —Leo Tolstoy

Square Root Day

Sara(h)'s RatWhilst on a search for the cause of a nasty dead-thing odour emanating from under-behind my couch—no doubt one of Ms La Gata's playthings gone astray—I came across a pea green Post-it with someone-not-me's handwriting thereon: “Super simple dip for happy hours—just cream cheese & this stuff.” Unfortunately, whatever the note was attached to it is no longer. I've got the cream cheese in the fridge but have no idea what the mystery ingrediment might have been, and Happy Hour is upon us.

I found the smelly thing, dead as expected, ucky and yucky, and icky too. Fortunately on the linoleum, not on the rug, and easy enough to scrape up. Ms La Gata had nothing to say when confronted with the evidence but went off no doubt to find a replacement.

March is a mathematical month. Square Root Day this year was 3-3-09 and the next such day in the set will be in 2016. Closer to hand and much more fun is Pi Day coming up next week. After that is the Vernal Equinox and the year is one-quarter over already. Don't rush it I tells my Self; what's your hurry?

Veggie Leftovers

> Personally, I worry about only those things I can do something about.
> Being aware of the aforementioned issues
> causes me, to the extent that I am able and can afford to, to be more

That pretty much is the approach others have advised and that I have been more or less following for some time now. I guess my flash of dismay now, and my reaction to write, is just that I was overwhelmed with sadness and anger.

Yeah... That approach is for sure the key to a meaningful response. Instead of a vegan I should be a freegan anyhow considering how much of my diet comes in from the Food Bank.

Be Well, Do Good, and Please Write and Send Money!

Love, ajo

front page trailerI do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Sir Isaac Newton

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