It is almost 1130 at night. It has been snowing and raining off an on for at least a week. There is not much accumulation because the rain has been melting the snow beween snow falls. However there is enough snow on the ground to act like a muffler for the world.
I was just out walking around with the dog. It is so quiet. I am the last person on the power line, and have no near neighbors. Across the canyon is another power company, and I wonder if that power is down as I cannot see another light clear to the horizon. Part of that may be the low cloud cover, but I should at least be able to see lights across the canyon.
I drove down to see the little woman yesterday afternoon, did a few chores for her and drove back up this morning. She is the only person I have seen in somewhere between one and two weeks. Time is blurring. It is marked by getting firewood in for her, and helping with a few other physical tasks.
Hours and days melt together. I sleep and wake when the mood hits me, and meals could be at anytime I feel hungry. While I would like to be working, the structure that imposes on one's day is falling away. I have worked for at least 60 years, but I am getting used to being retired.
It has been me the dog, the turkeys and the deer,and tonight it is so quiet with no lights visible any direction that I could be the last person on the planet. It really is peaceful, but it is probably not healthy to turn into a hermit.
The solstice will be in a couple of days, a minute or two will be added to each span of daylight for the next few months, and pretty soon stuff will start popping out of the ground.
I am darn grateful for this.
I was just out walking around with the dog. It is so quiet. I am the last person on the power line, and have no near neighbors. Across the canyon is another power company, and I wonder if that power is down as I cannot see another light clear to the horizon. Part of that may be the low cloud cover, but I should at least be able to see lights across the canyon.
I drove down to see the little woman yesterday afternoon, did a few chores for her and drove back up this morning. She is the only person I have seen in somewhere between one and two weeks. Time is blurring. It is marked by getting firewood in for her, and helping with a few other physical tasks.
Hours and days melt together. I sleep and wake when the mood hits me, and meals could be at anytime I feel hungry. While I would like to be working, the structure that imposes on one's day is falling away. I have worked for at least 60 years, but I am getting used to being retired.
It has been me the dog, the turkeys and the deer,and tonight it is so quiet with no lights visible any direction that I could be the last person on the planet. It really is peaceful, but it is probably not healthy to turn into a hermit.
The solstice will be in a couple of days, a minute or two will be added to each span of daylight for the next few months, and pretty soon stuff will start popping out of the ground.
I am darn grateful for this.
