January 4th, 2006


Whose woods are these I think I know

High up on the bank above the stream sits this waypost. Yesterday, when I was out at Wilderstead, that_guy_zach and I finally put a compass on top of it. collinsmom had been fretting over whether I had adjusted the orientation of the concrete pillar to match the compass. Lo and behold, I had placed the thing by eye within a degree or two of magnetic North.

"Call it declination, and we'll move on," I said.

Marker Marker

This pillar sits by the path to point the cardinal directions to passersby.
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra Val-de-ri, val-de-ra

"I love to wander by the stream
that dances in the sun;
so joyously it calls to me,
"Come join my happy song."

I never get tired of messing about our little creek, the Pishon. This view is looking downstream toward my neighbor's ford. The pale winter light gives the land a soft glow.

I took these pictures this afternoon. I went out to Wilderstead to take some more measurements, in order to complete my site map for building, sewer, and driveway permits. Now I can place the fence, the creek, the head of the drive, the spring we intend to tap for a well, and the ravine between homesite and current cabin on the site map with the cottage outline.
roadkill soup

It's enough to make your head spin

"Be thou as chaste as ice, a pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny."

Following our Pastor-Parish Relations Committee meeting, after all the paper had been pushed, the Chairperson asked if she could speak to me privately. Uh-oh, I thought. But nothing could have prepared me for what she wanted to talk to me about.

Turns out one or more persons are very upset because they think I must by lying to protect the person who really knocked down the light pole at church Christmas night. After all, there wasn't a scratch on my car.

I'm flabbergasted. I don't know whether to be flattered that they think I just couldn't have driven into the damned thing myself, or outraged that they think I'm so untruthful (and stupid) as to assume responsibility for someone else in this matter. Just a reflection of somebody's twisted mind, I guess. I assured the Chair that I really did whack the light pole.

I never did expect the universe to make sense, but it's only occasionally that I think I detect maniacal laughter from behind the closed door of the cosmos. Well, the truth is what it is, and I have told it, and don't intend to lose any sleep over people with no sense.