Terrible Beauty

During the storm 2/7/20
Moon set, about 4AM, 2/8/20
Thorns of ice at dawn 2/8/20
Morning light 2/8/20
Sunrise Halo
The street I live on about 10AM
Behind my home 2/8/20
Snow and ice 2/8/20
The sun setting behind ice coated trees. 5:00, 2/8/20

Yesterday, February 7th, a spiteful stormy day dawned with freezing rain which turned to sleet midmorning, and finally changed to snow at 12:30. By 1:00, the roads were slick and dangerous. About the same time, the lights flickered, went out, and came back on. The pattern repeated itself several times until 5PM when the lights didn’t come back on. Hundreds of others are in the boat with me wondering when we’ll be rescued.

I went home, a quarter mile away, and got my trusty generator. Ya see, I had a bait tank full of, you guessed it, bait! With the power out and no aeration, they were gonna go belly up in a hurry. I fired it up and saved 40 to 50 pounds of minnows.

There was only one problem, the power didn’t come back on. One hour, two, five, midnight! Feed the generator every couple of hours, check the bait, it’s getting cold in here. 2AM, the wee hours, moon set 4:30 am, the cold hour before dawn, still no power. Did I mention that I spent the night at the store?

Dawn broke clear and cold and unbelievably gorgeous. My poor cameratography didn’t do it justice. No problem though, I’ll get a chance to try again tomorrow morning. As of this writing, 6:38 pm, 2/8/20, the power is still out and the estimated time of restoration is 11:00 pm Sunday night, 2/9/20…

IF we’re lucky!!!

Such is life in upstate New York, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

This is where it began

And now, here we are.

This is where I live and work. Some of you may be having a conniption, well maybe that’s too strong a word. Perhaps you’re concerned that I’m giving up too much information by revealing where I live. Here’s how I see it. If you’re in the area and you want to meet, look me up and we’ll have a coffee. If you’re in the area and you want to do me mischief, look me up, we’ll meet and maybe you’ll decide to take me up on a coffee instead. I’m not hard to find, but I’ll keep my address to myself for now.

Today marks the 242nd. anniversary of the British surrender after their loss in the Battle of Saratoga. You can’t walk through Schuylerville without treading on history or bumping into historical markers. While this battle did not win the war, it was the ‘Turning Point’ of the Revolutionary war and the beginning of the end of British rule over the colonies. Not everyone wanted to break from the King, but enough people had the courage to stand up and fight to win their freedom. Win they did, after years of struggle. We gained our independence and got a brilliant Constitution and Bill of Rights that affirmed our freedoms. Enough with the history lesson, I’m not a historian and if I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me.

I think a lot about what’s going on in our nation today. I don’t know everything that’s going on politically and I don’t trust what I’m being told is the truth, no matter which side of the aisle it comes from. I feel as though we only matter to the politicians in as far as they can claim us to be on their side and extract tax dollars to promote their own agenda. I think I know how the colonists felt when they made their declaration.

So, here’s a little of the unforeseen in Unforsenities.

Open Letter

You treat me with contempt
when you lie to me
when you think you know better than me
when you dismiss my opinion
my beliefs
my wants
my needs
in favor of your own.

You treat me with contempt
when you characterize me
or share the same experiences as me.
You decide what's best for me
without my consent or agreement
because it suits your goals
your ambitions
your desire to compel me
to live
according to your design.
You meddle and you aught not!

You treat me with contempt
because you ignore me
make assumptions about me
think you know me
and what's best for me.

You treat me with contempt
when you expect me to be inattentive
to your self service
your posturing
and pontificating.

You treat me with contempt, and it makes me angry. You must STOP!

Things don’t need to be this way.