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[degringolade]

 

I haven’t been inspired much lately.  The grey days make this happen for the photographs on my walks and the writing I do.

This happens occasionally.  I suppose that sometimes I just get tired of thinking so I retreat into the somnolent reveries of a retired geezer.  I am not ashamed.

I am coming to the conclusion that I am a creature of the past.  Now, in today’s world, that makes me an unfortunate artifact.  I am ambivalent about today’s culture.  I am working hard not to judge.  Mostly I deal with it by absenting myself from the culture that has grown up around me.  

I suppose that I like who/what visits me, both here in the rage of symbols that constitute the net and the critters who visit when I put out peanuts for the day.  A couple of greyjays and a couple of squirrels make up my regular visitors, I have sons who call to chat every day and a couple of neighbors to have conversations with when I am sitting in the sun on my stoop.  I am preparing to add four cabbages starts, two cucumber plants, and two tomato bushes to the mix and perhaps some herbs.  

I am well into collapse.  Oddly enough, I have come to like the freedom that it gives me.  I think that being an old man makes things easier, as I have gotten over the idea that others need to follow my prescriptions.  I don’t even think “that is going to leave a mark” anymore, I just watch and take in the spectacle.