So I've actually started packing some boxes. John had them save a bunch from 'inventory day' at work. It's rather funny putting paperbacks into boxes that say "Stove Top Stuffing" and "Coffee Service". *grin* Some of the books have so much dust on the top of them that it was starting to clump and cross over into "dirt" territory instead. I think our 'mistake' at first was that we tried to make this place into a regular 'ol house instead of a more... 'camp' or 'mostly functional' atmosphere. Knick-knacks soon got dusty and forgotten. Books that would look terrific on a library shelf got lost behind irregular furniture configurations and ad-hoc storage. The wider variety of clothes one would wear got piled or closeted in favor of a more durable uniform of old and 'previously broken in' clothing that works better out in the boonies.

But our focus is shifting. I'm making clothes out of velour and velvet and while they're just sitting in the closet right now, I know that they will be worn sometime soon. Sometimes I just open the closet door and look at all the shimmery and smooth fabrics I've created with... and today I have an impulse to clean off a few places with OLD clothes. Maybe pack them away - maybe give them to GoodWill if they are still usable. Stuff that a few months ago I might have considered keeping because they could 'come in useful' out here are now on their way out. I am really liking that.
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The premiere of THE TICK last night on Fox renewed my sense that funny, clever, non-cliche' television CAN still be created. I haven't laughed so hard in a LONG time. *grin* If I had antennae they'd be wiggling happily - LOL

In other nonsense, I've started compiling a list of words I don't like - just the sound of the words themselves, not the meanings or anything. I'll post them when I have a small handful - heh heh.
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Blogger's been experiencing growth spurts and heavy server loads so I haven't been able to post much. But never fear - all will be well in bloggerland. :-D
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Never follow somebody else's path; it doesn't work the same way twice for anyone...the path follows you and rolls up behind you as you walk, forcing the next person to find their own way. -- J. Michael Straczynski
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We have a SEVEN day auction going now with the silk pouches with the magickal designs on them. We only did a three day auction on ebay before, and the first day was almost entirely taken up waiting for them to list the item in the first place! In any case, it's a fun experiment - so, go tell your friends you've found the perfect gift for them to buy you for the holidays - LOL.
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Wasn't a very good year for wild boar here. First, there was that one that apparently got hit by a car by our landlord's house and died in the road there. Then there was that one that got trapped in the boar cage that our neighbor Jim probably had to shoot. Well, today capped off all of that.

I went out to the windmill mid morning to turn on the well pump. Was just hanging out there, timing the pump, talking to the cows that were lounging under the trees nearby, etc. Then I saw this movement behind a clump of sage that was between the windmill and the trees.

It was way too small for even a baby cow, and at first I thought it was a large gopher. But it moved again, so I snuck closer... and it was a largish black BOAR! (Wasn't so large laying down.) It seemed to flail it's legs around, but was laying on its side and didn't seem able to get up. When it smelled me (I was only like TEN feet away!) it snorted a few times but still couldn't get up.

I went downwind from it then to look closer. I couldn't see any wounds or anything. So I came back and called our landlord (Chuck). The boar might have gotten shot or SOMETHING that I couldn't see, or maybe it was just sick - in any case it wasn't doing well. On the phone, the landlord said that it sounded like it needed to be finished off.

So Chuck cames over and I hopped in the back of his camouflage pickup and we drove right out to the trees. The boar was barely moving then - not even moving its legs as much as it was when I was out there before. Chuck told me to stand on the other side of the truck just in case the cows stampeded. So I did that. Then he pulled out his rifle, which I think he said was a .32, a deer rifle, and shot the boar. The legs kicked for a moment more and then it went quiet. The cows got up and moved away a little but didn't freak out.

After a few moments, I noticed a pool of blood had formed around the boar's head. Then, we walk around a bit, Chuck tried to find an old indian mortar stone to show me, but can't - probably got buried in the flood or something. As we're walking I feel that bit of ENERGY sort of ripple past me - just a bit, but I know the boar is GONE fully then. (I was distinctly reminded of when John and I went to the vet to have Dusty, John's 13 yr. old dog to sleep - he said he felt a rush of energy as Dusty 'left'.)

Chuck said that there weren't many acorns this year and that the boar looked a bit skinny. He's going to just leave it there in the field and said it will be gone in a few days - coyotes or other boar will take care of it.

So that's that. I don't know what that's all about but it's been a strange year for boars. And for me, come to think of it. John missed out on all three of these boar creations, and they were all about DEATH somehow. To end this on a more 'up' note I'll quote Albus Dumbledore, "To the well ordered mind, death is but the next great adventure." Hope I got that right!
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