Alone Again But Not Complaining

I took this picture when I had a walk today. That is Harvey's property and what it looks like when you approach it from the west. I've seldom, if ever, taken pictures of his home out of respect for his privacy but knowing he's not there, I figured I wasn't going to disturb him at home. As you can see, there isn't much privacy to be had there. I've seen him sleeping in that truck and of course there are the two trailers but I'm not sure he spent much time in either of them. In reality, they're nothing but metal boxes which do little to mitigate heat or cold. Although there is an electric line extended over the trailers, I feel certain it is not hooked up. 

I have seen him sitting in the doorway of that trailer. The men who cleaned up the property did a thorough job and it appears they didn't throw away or dispose of anything that is a possession of Harvey's. You can see his latest cross sign there. I'm not sure why "Christ" is upside down on it but it is. At one point it said "No Man Lord" which is what I called him for a long time before I knew his real name. Not to his face. And of course it has said "Jesus Saves" on it. Harvey seems to have a deep devotion to Jesus and I have seen him reading a huge Bible many times, usually sitting under the one tree on his property. 
Which is no longer his property. 
So that's what I've been talking about all these years when I've talked about Harvey's place. 

The walk was very good. It was whippier and colder than I'd thought it was and I was not dressed warmly enough. It wasn't cold enough to get chilblains, of course, but I never did warm up entirely. I will say that my speed increased nicely. I was quite spry out there today. 
Well, for a 71-year old woman. 
Which I still find hard to believe I am. 
I know a lot of people who, as they get older insist that they still feel the same way they did when they were sixteen or twenty-one or even ten years old. 
In some ways, I do understand that. After having and raising four children, I am quite convinced that we are all born with our personalities already in place. When it comes to nature vs. nurture, I think it's pretty obvious it's both. However, if you're born with a questioning nature, I don't think you can erase that characteristic by anything you experience or do. Some people are born responding to and loving music and may well find themselves seeking out ways to express themselves with it no matter what their upbringing is like. 
I don't think I need to belabor the point here. You know what I mean. So yes, I do love many of the same things I loved when I was six including books, and trees, and rivers, and oceans. I loved looking out at the Atlantic and wondering about the distant countries on the other side of it and what was under that water. Whales? Sea monsters? Trunks of golden coins and jeweled treasures? The bones of the pirates whose gold and jewels that had been?
And I still feel exactly the same way when I look out at an endless horizon of water now. 
Again, I believe you know what I'm talking about. 
However, when it comes to a lot of other things, I do not feel at all as if I was any of those much-younger ages. Not just in my joints or bones or muscles or memory. That all goes without saying. Some things that I thought I would lose with age though, I am surprised and delighted to find I have not and which would probably have disturbed and shocked me to contemplate when I was young and lithe and full of the juicy sweetness of youth. 
But when it comes to ways I think, the years I've stacked up behind me do influence me greatly and sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it is not. I am no less liberal than I was when I was nineteen so it's not things like that. It's more things like being up for travel and adventures, going to parties and out to bars to dance. Okay-let's face it- going anywhere that requires me to leave my house and my property. 
And put on a bra. 
But then again, my mother always called me her "worrier" because I worried about everything when I was young and guess what? I'm exactly the same now only far more so, to the point of severe anxiety so things in that area have gotten worse, not better. But the seed of this sort of thing was in me from the beginning. 

Ay-yi-yi. 

Mr. Moon left to go up to the cabin this afternoon after he'd gone to Tom's to help him with plumbing problems caused by the freezes we've had. It was not good. But you know Glen- he'll do what he can and he'll do it the best he can so he got a late start but that's okay. 

I've boiled and pressed my tofu so that is definitely on the menu tonight and I want to get to it. I believe that tomorrow I'll do my shopping which somehow always takes me all day. 
I hope Maurice sleeps with me tonight which she has not been doing. Instead, she's been sleeping on Mr. Moon's lap when he is in his chair and that BITCH actually purrs for him. 
Sigh.
I told Glen this morning that I want my own cat. But of course any other cat we brought into this house would immediately be sliced and diced by the Orange Warrior Goddess who rules here. 
Sigh again. 

Only going to get down to 31 tonight. Almost toasty!
No it's fucking not. But we're getting used to this. In a way. Sort of. 
Not really. We'll live.

Love...Ms. Moon