January usually is one of those months that drag by at a snail’s
pace but today I find myself exclaiming “I can’t believe January is gone”. It has been cold and snowy most of this month
and we have done a lot of “hunkering down” in the log cabin but it has been
good for the body and soul.
The beginning of January found me zooming through Genesis but once I
entered Exodus it wasn’t long before I was bogged down in tedium. Moses goes on and on about the building and
decorating of the Tabernacle and clothes ad
naseum and I confess I started skimming rather than reading. If he talked about the blue threads once he
talked about it 6 times. Boring. Am I supposed to believe that Jehovah gave a
detailed account on how to make a priest’s costume? I’m kind of thinking NO. Tomorrow I start on Leviticus and that should
be more interesting as I learn all about sinning and what to do about it. So much for the Bible reading.
On the “serious” study of theology I am currently jumping between
two books, one on Forgiveness and one on Buddhism. They go nicely hand in hand and so far I am
finding Buddhism a peaceful, isolating kind of philosophy. It’s rather like the medical oath “do no harm”
where one looks more into one’s self rather than pointing outward and raising
hell on earth. But there is more to come
so I cannot give a final say yet on this path of quietness other than to say, I
like it.
January also found me in guerilla warfare with my Henriettas. I’ve been up at 5 a.m. when I literally stalk
the hens and catch them in their act of strutting along their roosts and
putting their beaks up their sisters’ butts searching for their freshest
treat. You think I am joking? Huh, the wonders of the natural world are
somewhat frightening, let me tell you!
Lurking about the nests, taking an aggressive stance even against the
Treat Giver, it’s all in the name of food and war to these girls! But there appears to be a ray of hope in
breaking the habit since they have observed the punishment of quarantining is
serious and consistent. In they go with
my admonishing “think about what you did wrong” ringing in their ears. Lately I have noticed a slight (by one egg)
improvement in performance. I do believe
that between the “punishment” and more sunshine hours outside is starting to
improve their spirits and behavior.
Time, of course, will tell the final tale.
Creatively there has been little action other than thinking and
planning and that is all to the good.
We will skip over the little fender bender in the parking lot, the
aches and pains of shuffling into older age and rejoice in new patterns of
behavior. And hey, February is a short
month, March will do its thing and then we may be lucky enough to get another
early spring. Potting time is here and I
have scored some great buys at Homesense.
Life’s good.
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