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Thursday Morning Ramblings

Repairs along the front wall.

After my illness last fall, I had nearly lost hope of ever launching the farm.  With my left hand nearly useless and my balance all but gone, I knew that I couldn’t do the physical labor necessary to get it off the ground.  Not knowing if I would ever feel normal again or if I would continue deteriorating compounded the problem because I didn’t want to pour a bunch of time and money into a project that I physically might not be able to sustain.  Those feelings only added to my sense of helplessness and despair as I contemplated my future.  At that point, I had no answers as to what was wrong with me; all I knew was that I felt terrible and seemed to be losing control of my body.

Today, I feel much better.  Removing gluten from my diet has all but eliminated the vast majority of my symptoms.  I still have some trembling and twitching in my left hand, and my balance is still a little suspect, but overall, I can do virtually everything I could before the onset of the illness.  When I read the journal entries I wrote back in October and November, I’m astonished by how much healthier I feel today.  Then, I wouldn’t have given you a nickel for my future because I was deteriorating so rapidly.  Today, I honestly feel as if I could live a healthy, productive life for another 40-50 years.  It’s an amazing turnaround.

So with that in mind, my attention again returns to the farm.  I still believe in its potential to provide a long-term, sustainable method of not only providing food and revenue for my family but also for providing a blueprint for others in this region.  Because of the efficiency of energy use and inherent purity of the produce, long-term hydroponic farming has many distinct economic advantages over traditional farming.  Instead of being dependent upon the conditions of nature for sustenance, the plants receive consistent levels of full-spectrum light, water, and nutrients, therefore allowing for multiple crop cycles in a given year.  Instead of losing 90% of their water to soil absorption, their roots are immersed in water and thus require much less total resources.  Because of the use of liquid based nutritional supplements for each stage of growth, there’s no need for harsh fertilizers, and because of the indoor growth, there’s no need for dangerous pesticides and herbicides.

So again, I’m turning my attention and energy towards the farm.  The wonderful thing I found the last couple of years, before the illness, is that working on the farm actually boosts my creative energy and allows me to write more than teaching does.  After a full day of lecturing and grading, my brain is spent.  After a day of hard labor, my mind is fresh and teeming with ideas, so long-term, if I can get the farm off the ground and operational, I believe it will improve my productivity as a writer.  It’s a good feeling to once again have hope for a brighter, healthier future, and I plan on taking full advantage of my rebounding health to create not only entertaining books but also a viable, sustainable farm.

Thursday Evening Ramblings


What a two days!  I have a newly found respect for roofers because laying that tar for several hours on end was a lot more taxing than I realized.  I had done some small repairs previously, and the small jobs weren’t so bad, but this one took it out of me.  The good news is I got most of the hard stuff done.  The bad news is there’s still a lot more to go.  With the weather looking the way it is, I may put that off for a couple of weekends.  Hopefully, what I have finished will prevent any leaks until I can finish the rest.

Despite being a little sore and ragged, I love physical labor.  Nothing is quite as therapeutic for me as hard work.  It clears my mind and allows me to focus solely on the task at hand.  Even if just for a few hours, all of my problems vanish, and it’s just me and the job.  Those of you who enjoy working in your yards or building something by hand probably know what I’m talking about.  Those of you who don’t should try it.  There’s not much more relaxing, and the instant gratification of seeing the job complete satisfies you quite nicely.

There’s still much to be done.  I have to finish and organize the inside and clean up around the outside, but considering the condition when I started, I’m content with the progress so far.  If I can do a little each day, by the time the boys are here, it should be a safe, cozy little place for us to hang out and play in.  The last time they were here, they loved the motor home and thought it was the coolest place they’d ever been, so hopefully by the time I’m done, they’ll love it just as much this time.

That’s about all today.  Tonight, I need to rest my body.  Tomorrow, I’ll get back to work and hopefully make more progress, and I hope to write a much more entertaining entry.  Until then, I hope everyone has a wonderful evening.

You Can’t Make Crap Like This Up Ramblings

No one could’ve predicted this would end badly, a convicted felon with a penchant for guns and predatory wildlife.  I mean, how could anyone foresee a bad end to such a stable environment?  For answers to this tragic enigma wrapped in a blanket of conundrums, I rushed to Washington to speak with my old friend, Billy Joe Oilmoney, himself an avid gun collector and hunter.

“Well, it sure is a mystery,” he said, scratching his head.  “No one could’ve predicted such a tragedy.  This here is a perfect example of why we don’t need regulations of any kind.  If a law-abiding gun owner can’t set loose his collection of lions and bears on unsuspecting neighbors without being criticized for it, that ain’t the kind of America I want to live in.”

I politely reminded Senator Oilmoney that the owner was a convicted felon.

“That’s exactly what I mean.  If we didn’t have regulations, he would’ve been a law-abiding citizen.  Are you slow or something?”

Thankful to have that cleared up, I headed down to South Carolina to speak with Joseph Cartwright III, talk radio host, blogger, and Tea Party Activist.

“Truly, no one could’ve foreseen such a terrifying end to this man’s life.  It’s clear President Obama ordered the CIA to frame this man in an attempt to further a socialist agenda of stripping all Americans of their guns.  I’m sure the PETA tree-huggers will be all over this, too.  Now, we’re gonna have to deal with a new rash of regulations ordering us not to keep exotic predators in our basements.  Well, if I can’t raise Grizzly bears on my farm, I’m not sure I want to live in his nation anymore.”

Next, I headed out to California to interview Dr. Jen Touchyfeely, Professor of Emotional Studies and faculty sponsor of her university’s PETA chapter.  I like to keep things fair and balanced, you know.

“No one could’ve predicted such a horrendous end to this.  It’s just awful how those evil police officers gunned down those innocent animals,” she said, sobbing uncontrollably.  “They could’ve let them live free out there in the wild.”

When I asked about the dangers of letting wild predators roam freely near residential areas, she became incensed.

“We all know the Midwest is just fly-over country.  People don’t actually live there!”

Finally, to get the pulse of how this shocking mystery was affecting the common man, I hurried to Arkansas to chat with my old pal Cletus McOnetooth.

“I reckon it’s is the first I heard of this.  Real live lions and such?  Really?  This ain’t another one them ‘Diny-sores Live’ that turns out to be nothing more than mechanical puppets, is it?”

I assured him the lions were all too real.

“Hot damn!” he shouted, grabbing for his coat and calling to his wife.  “Sugar, gas up the truck and grab my shotgun.  We’re eating lion tonight!”