Friday, September 18, 2015
Friday night in the mountains.
I've been out on the porch for the last hour. No moon yet, so it's very dark outside. Not too cool for sitting out with a cup of coffee, but I think very soon it will be.
One thing about living out here, there are no artificial lights other than my own. I used to use red security lights, because red doesn't destroy your night vision,and red works well with night vision equipment. However, I've found that green lights work just as well in both respects, and green shows up less through the forest. I still have a few red bulbs here and there but as they go out I am replacing them with the green.
I noticed for the first time tonight that the lightning bugs are nowhere to be seen. They were thick in the meadow last weekend. I suppose the cool nights have done away with them. That's a shame, since they are usually around until the last week of September. This is probably not going to be a normal year weather wise.
We still have two months until we usually get the first snow here in the Blue Ridge. If things go on like they are, we may have snow by Thanksgiving. I've seen that before, but it was a long time ago, way back in the late 1980's.
I look on the onset of snow with mixed feelings. It's beautiful, and tranquil. But everything is so much harder to do with snow on the ground, and there are things you have to do regardless of the weather.
My daughter turned 30 this month. Strange feeling. She's just about the age her mom was when I met her.
She and her brother are planning on coming down for a week in November. We are all going up to Asheville, N.C.
The company they work for has offered them the opportunity to move to Asheville where a new restaurant is coming on line. That would only be two hours away, not seven hours like it is now. She's been to Asheville but doesn't remember it. I hope she and my son like it and will transfer down here. That would make life a lot more enjoyable, if they were so close. Asheville is where I distinguished myself by bending over to look at a book in the bookstore and dropping a Colt .45 onto the floor. The old man next to me looked over reprovingly and said "that ain't no way to take care of a pistol" or words to that effect. My Galco shoulder holster had come unsnapped. Fortunately, it only fell about a foot and onto a carpet. I'd hate to damage a good pistol through carelessness.
We worked hard , and we made sure they had "enriching experiences." They never went without, had good medical care , a good home, and I think they were happy. They have turned out to be great people, never a problem with the police or drugs, or any of that.
I've lived up here a long time now. It's changed some but no so much that I'm not content. Part of that is luck, and part of it is initial planning to make sure nobody could build adjacent to my property. It's been a good life. I don't think I have any complaints.