It's been some time since I wrote a post, largely because the mountains have settled into winter. We've had unusually cold weather and much more rain than would previously have been considered normal. I've had a fire burning continuously day and night for more than a week. It was warm enough today to let it go out so I could clean out the ashes, but I built a new fire as soon as that was done.
For the most part I've been staying inside and reading. I've rediscovered some good books which have been sitting on the shelves for thirty years and I am getting reacquainted with those.
Now I'm pulling some of that old history back out, and I find I enjoy it more now than I did then .
The same is true with some of the books I've collected over the years on the Old West. I may not make it back out there again but I've been all over that part of the country and that makes reading about the history of the region all the more enjoyable.
In all honesty, this is as much about escapism as it is about anything else. So much bad news, so quickly, can be overwhelming, especially if you realize that you can't do anything to effect the onrush of events to diaster.
- The rise of the supreme dictator, with the infux of new illegal immigrants he is fostering and the eclipse of the rule of law.
- The failure of the U.S. to stop the theocracy in Tehran from obtaining the bomb.
- The revolting spectacle of the Ferguson circus.
All these things and the dismal ramifications thereof, just get to be overwhelming. So, I've just started focusing on enjoying life more. I am not oblivious to what is going on, but I am not going to be transfixed by it. Let come what may.