This week I bring back my “bullet” format to string together unrelated events into one column. It is the equivalent of a television program airing a clip show of highlights from past programs and tangible evidence of a writer too lazy to create something new; enjoy.
Bullet One: The famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, saw his shadow this morning and so we are destined for six more weeks of winter. As a youngster waiting for spring, I used to hang on Phil’s every forecast but now find that this version of our local woodchuck has very little success in forecasting the weather. It’s too bad groundhogs can’t talk because that along with the the inability to forecast weather would qualify them to inform us of “shovel trouble” on the television. I must also say that Lisa and I felt sorry for the normally shy, solitary little guy as he was held up in front of screaming people awaiting this proclamation. I hope he gets to relax in a nice, quiet burrow until next year.
Bullet Two: Hey Travis, Soul Train has left the station and will not be back.
Bullet Three:I am tired of politics as it exists. It is unfortunate but large money has made politics more publicly traded than publicly elected to a point that respect for public office has fallen. That low esteem means fewer good people will run for office. The folks who lend their smiling faces to political office are those only willing to occupy it as they have no other prospects. I have a hard time becoming excited about these folks who have no interest in the greater good and see only the authority of elected office instead of the responsibility. They are like sports figures and celebrities-held up by some as role models-though neither qualify. It seems accountability weakens as we travel from the county seat to the state capital and voter concerns fall on the deaf ears of bureaucratic management which exist free of the fear of a good and thorough regular vote.
Bullet Four: We recently quit using our corn stoves to heat the house. I have tired of hauling bags of wood pellets or pails of corn into the house and have even less interest in cleaning these units. When I was burning two dollar corn it seemed more than worth the effort however I am paid less and less for these efforts each time the price of corn rises. Lisa and I miss the flame however the cats miss gathering around the stove for the extreme warmth even more. I noticed Twitch curled up in front of the heat register in the bathroom while Lisa and I plan on a pair of electric fireplaces to replace the stoves; we are all making the adjustment.
Bullet Five: My brother Dave, recently found a hay trolley for me. A friend of his brought it in from the farm by Carrington, North Dakota and left it in his office. It is a beauty and should look great hanging around the perimeter of our porch. Hay trolley’s are those wheeled pulleys which once hung from the roof of every barn in the Midwest. They were used to lift loose hay from a wagon to the peak of the barn roof and then follow a track back inside the barn where the hay would fall to the floor of the mow. They are beautiful, mechanical and transparent in a world that has become bland, electronic and encased in plastic. Thanks, Dave.