Sunday, January 18, 2015

Conviction

Is it a good thing to actually believe something even it's wrong? Not an easy question. Belief is questionable terrain. Simply heating a place is difficult, believing is fraught with difficulty. The drift is towards less mediation: Calvin, Luther, right down through the pastor with snakes. A lovely day, slept late as I was up half of the night, it was cold and completely clear and I decided to go meet TR for lunch and talk. We had the pub to ourselves. Cory gave me a taste of the new Jameson Black Label. The conversation drifted all over the board. Three things I miss about not being at the museum, the kitchen sink, where I could use hot running water to wash my hair and take a sponge bath, a warm bathroom, and conversation. Now I'm not so clean, my hair is matted, and I mostly talk to myself. TR checked the long-range weather forecast, and it doesn't look bad. I'd done all of my business, and I just wanted to get home, stoke the fire, reheat some left-overs. Stopped down at B's, to touch base, he again offered me his sofa, and I can imagine taking him up on that offer, but I'm actually quite comfortable, right now, wrapped up in a blanket and weathering the winter. The temps did get into the forties today and the driveway was in a thaw cycle; for the first time, since the new tires and shocks, and I slipped a bit coming up the driveway. I hate losing traction, losing control. But I made it in, and I was hungry, stoked the fire, reheated a cup of soup while I caramelized an onion and a red pepper, stir fried with beef strips, served on mashed potatoes. I made just a small pone of cornbread (a cup of cornmeal) in a six-inch skillet. A last piece of cornbread, with butter and sorghum molasses, is a special treat. Being raised a poor country boy has its advantages: I've eaten ripe persimmons, walked barefoot in creek beds, tracked foxes to their bed, it's neither better nor worse. I could be watching football or playing a game. You just move along. A good book, something for dinner, later, just go to sleep.

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