today is my son's birth day. Same as the Dalai Lama's. But he is on vacation trout fishing, fly fishing, in Creed Colorado. So this day was spent with long. long. conversations with the female children i have spawned. both of them. one on the heels of the other.
the first was with Alyssia and we talked about specifics of getting Electric run on that Hill, preferably Solar but being told it will cost $20,000. and well…no point here, the details, but the conversation drifted to how difficult it is to create a really very Simple Life, and how willing we might be to understand what simple might mean. and somehow the Naomi Klein book came into it and she said maybe its time Gramz…you might like Parable of the Sowers. She is a voracious reader.
i don't much like science fiction. I tried reading Dune and read some, because it was the thing to do, but i didn't like it. it's Scarey. i don't like scarey or violent. The closest i have gotten to dystopian is the movie The Postman with Kevin Kostner and then Blade Runner. For whatever reason, they were ok and i could watch them. But Alyssia is right. Today, this president of this United States is "over There, with the rest of the world, or a part of it and he is saying things that are unbelievable to me.
and things that will CHANGE things.
Those cats, under the house. For them, it is already a dystopian world. Always has been. The bummer is that i have named them, without trying, without thought, really. Leona, Wheat and Spider. the mother, Rainbow.
What a mess, that.
and i forgot to say, which was part of the whole point…when they were there, on that Hill, yesterday, there was a
Crow
windthread 
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