It’s been a busy few days around the old homestead. Winter’s frosty fingers have been brushing our necks, so the outside water pipes are all covered in warm fuzzy stuff and lined with heat tape. No matter how hard I try, the animals will not accept the fact they can’t have fresh water because the pipes are frozen.
Talking to them is like listening to Barack Obama. Lots of words, no flesh and bone. Of course, it’s still difficult to accept the 9-9-9 theory. At least some of those people are talking economics not bible thumping.
If we get the Wall Street sitters to force changes in corporate oversight law and election campaign finance law, and the Tea Partiers to force reductions in the federal spending and federal obesity, we might end up living back when living in this country was more than side-stepping poverty.
Patty and I have cut, split, and stacked slightly more than three cords of wood, which will force the propane dealers to look elsewhere for their tithe. Heating an ancient (1978 model) when the wind blows and the thermometer holds steady at 20 below, ain’t exactly easy. It’s become an art around here. All our large windows, on the office, living room, and master bedroom face south, so on those nice sunny days we get lots of help.
Lots of help is what many of the politicians talk about, but rarely attempt. Why should federal contracts mean more than existing businesses when what we’re attempting to do is create jobs. Jobs in the private sector are far more meaningful, from a purely economic standpoint, than those created to rebuild infrastructure, which by their very meaning, end when the job is done.
Back to it now. Corn stalks need to be cut and stacked, chicken coops need their annual cleansing, and the goats have knocked their water trough over again. As always, read good books and stay regular. Ta…