the tough questions

tonight i'm dealing with them. how am i going to make a few extra bucks this month? should i devote the funds i do have to more practical pursuits or further adventures? should i spend the winter on the dairy? what do i hope to come of that and what would i do after?

thank goodness for chris, he is always willing to cut through the bullshit of everyday life. you know, ask the really tough questions. for instance, today he asked me: "how is it even possible to give cats acupuncture?" i considered the question, along with all the cats that i knew that received acupuncture (including one wily maine coon i couldn't imagine holding still for a moment) and admitted i hadn't the slightest clue.

so i gots out my internets, watched a few youtube videos, and did a little google search. brilliance! turns out that the needles don't bother the cat at all. they are so tiny you see and, according to some, cats are so "body sensitive" that they know it is all good for them. if nothing else, they simply lack the awareness of what is going down during their little session. and if they do get testy about the wee needles modern techniques with lasers can work the magic of needles minus the invasiveness.

the skinny: acupuncture is for kitties and chris is for thinkers (and lovers).

but this talk leads me to another tough question: why is there no room for a little familiar in my life? perhaps this is food for thought on another day.

so much is the same, so much different

i found myself a new computer, so i'm hoping updates won't be so hard to come by anymore.

i'm compiling a list of books to read this winter after the market season is over...mostly stuff on sustainable agriculture, community living, and beautiful women.

i'm going to live on a goat dairy in november.

i have a new favorite tea, blackberry and sage, and i'll choose it over coffee any day.

the only poem i've written in the past year was scrawled onto the floor of the temple at burning man. as i watched the temple burn the last night of the festival i realized i'd never be able to recreate that piece, but now i know i've still got a poem or two in me.

my time and efforts are worth it. i'm not settling anymore. and i'm not taking your disrespect.

i have a new-found love for an old one, and he has a new-found humility and awe towards "us". i'm thinking we may be in it for the long haul.

rain is love here in tacoma, and i'm getting ready for the long months of it ahead.