It's finally raining here in Northern California.
I wasn't ready for it to rain yet, I've been building a shed, little by little, one side at a time.
Like most of you, I don't have a lot of time, so I have to do everything bit by bit in those brief moments we call "spare time".
Yet it's almost a relief that it's raining today.
I have so much to do, yet I can spend a few extra minutes in bed, spend a little time just chilling, watching TV and relaxing.
Yes, it's finally raining.
Time to rest.
Time to rest.
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Winter Is Coming
Winter is coming.
Yes, I can (literally) feel it in my bones.
Winter is coming.
We're all so dang tired. Our bodies are reminding us that winter is a time to hibernate, to huddle inside and sleep.
We don't listen to our bodies though.
Back in the day, when many were farmers, winter was a time to both rest and endure. In the high Plains, the snow swept across the lands. The harvest was in the root cellar, in canning jars, dried or salted down. The livestock was in the barn. The family was inside during the worst of weather, reading, playing games, knitting, sewing, repairing the necessary tools for the spring planting. People more or less lived by the sun.
Winter was a time to endure the storms and cold, and renew and revitalize for the spring.
We don't listen to our bodies.
We don't hunker down in the winter, giving our bodies and minds time to rest and revitalize.
Instead, the hustle and bustle of our lives presses on.
So far, the weather here in Cali is warm and dry, but the nights are colder and colder. Winter is coming.
Winter is coming.
My body tells me so.
Yes, I can (literally) feel it in my bones.
Winter is coming.
We're all so dang tired. Our bodies are reminding us that winter is a time to hibernate, to huddle inside and sleep.
We don't listen to our bodies though.
Back in the day, when many were farmers, winter was a time to both rest and endure. In the high Plains, the snow swept across the lands. The harvest was in the root cellar, in canning jars, dried or salted down. The livestock was in the barn. The family was inside during the worst of weather, reading, playing games, knitting, sewing, repairing the necessary tools for the spring planting. People more or less lived by the sun.
Winter was a time to endure the storms and cold, and renew and revitalize for the spring.
We don't listen to our bodies.
We don't hunker down in the winter, giving our bodies and minds time to rest and revitalize.
Instead, the hustle and bustle of our lives presses on.
So far, the weather here in Cali is warm and dry, but the nights are colder and colder. Winter is coming.
Winter is coming.
My body tells me so.
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