Here’s a young guy…living in a van.
Haven’t we seen this story before?
Well….sure we have…but it’s still kind of interesting.
Here’s another short video that’s kind of funny….on purpose:
I went to the doctor this morning, and he gave me more medicine than I’ve had in 30 years.
That’s pretty crazy….4 seperate prescriptions…..steroids…inhalers….codeine cough syrup.
And, in spite of my usual reluctance to take any medicine….even aspirin….I welcomed it all.
If it will help me stop coughing after 5 days of hacking and barking all night, I’m all for it.
Hopefully I can get better in case Jenny or the kids get sick.
Jenny took good care of me….even diagnosed the potential for bronchitis before I went to the doctor.
I’m not so good at taking care of her….but I’d like to try.
I’m glad that I’m not used to being sick.
I was out at the swingset this afternoon with the little guys, and my daughter, Sparrow, started pushing me on one of the swings.
“Swinging makes you happy!” she said.
I need to swing more.
Thanks for reminding me, Sparrow.
I must have the flu or something because I feel bad enough to stay home from work for a couple of days.
That’s not something I do very often.
When you don’t do it very often, though, you amass a pretty big chunk of sick days….so, I guess the question is, “why not take some time off if you’re sick?”
Jenny and I watched this movie this afternoon…and it’s a good documentary….all about practices that are good for us and good to the land.
Worth watching….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZI4dq9trtY
If we can get to it, things aren’t going to stay nice forever.
Paradise + Man….doesn’t stay Paradise for long.
Wait! That’s a pretty old story, isn’t it?
Places that are hard to get to stay nice….for a while….until we figure out a way to make the journey “manageable”.
This is a nice (and short) video about some folks living off the grid in New Zealand.
How far out to you have to go before it feels like you’re really “out there”?
That’s a hard one to figure out.
After a good meal, it was time to go outside and feed Appa.
Appa is our Great Pyrenees “puppy”.
It’s hard to think of him as a puppy when he’s over a hundred pounds….but that’s what he is….a puppy.
The temperature outside was somewhere between chilly and perfect, and the sky was clear.
Appa was just distracted enough by his bowl of food to resist jumping up on me tonight….and that was nice.
It’s good.
It’s more than good.
It’s the place where the commonplace becomes close to perfect and I breathe it in and exhale a prayer of thankfulness.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
That’s something to tattoo on my soul.
I am thankful.
God….thank you.
There is something really beautiful about the things in our life that are pared down to “essentials”.
I don’t know how to do that….but it’s good.
This is a nice cabin.
I replaced the starter in my daughter’s little 1996 Sentra this afternoon…..and it was kind of a pain in the rear….but….do-able.
If you read the service manual, it will say something like….”disconnect the negative battery terminal, remove the bracket at the manifold, remove the large lead going to the body of the starter, remove the connection at the solenoid….disconnect the two bolts and remove the starter from the vehicle.”
‘Installation is the reverse of the previous process.”
How simple is that?
It’s kind of somewhere between hard and really hard.
That’s a place that becomes normal if you work on your own cars with any necessity or frequency.
You get used to discomfort.
It makes you appreciate what people who do mechanicing for a living go through.
Anyway…the car starts with some consistency again…and that’s good.
When am I going to get old enough that I don’t worry about paying someone a lot of money to do something that I know I can figure out for myself?
How dead will I be before I decide that it’s time to stop trying?
I’m glad her car runs again.