Oh boy, things are not the same - Leadership is not just lacking, it is totally absent. I remember a time when those town meetings would have been - street lights - OK, how many of you would like street lights? Great - it will be nice to have so many porch lights on so we can see our way. Library - Yep - Are you volunteering to be our librarian? We can all bring our extra books and we can empty the inspections department office and let you use it to catalog the books and maybe we can find some volunteers to help build shelves. Yes, by golly we can have a library.
Re: ‘In The Garden’ The peace and serenity of it seems to have gotten lost today. I walk in the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses - and the voice I hear falling on my ear - - - Hey, do you have a permit for that.... Is that pot growing over there? You have those lights on at night to grow your mari ja wanna? Grrrrr!!!!!
Re: Getting the logs to the sawmill - start now - get them to the sawmill so they can already have them there when they run the mill again - plus it lets the logs season.
Re: Tractors, etc. - please don’t be upset with a man’s treasure trove - It is what keeps us going - ideas, dreams, security, possibilities.. It is a creative man’s thing.
“And He walks with me, and He talks with me and He tells me I am his own.” Oh dear, the tears again.
Don’t get me started on men’s treasures. Hubby has a 30 by 40 pole barn jammed full-a one man shingle mill, used only a few weeks to make enough shingles to shingle one of our homes, can’t sell it, might need it again-makes for mighty expensive shingles, unused for 25 years and at 80 years old, do you think he will ever get it running again? A 1948 Army Jeep that he is restoring when he has a few minutes (seldom) likewise a 1967 Volkswagon, 6 old kitchen cookstoves (we do have the only one he finished here in the house and I love it), several ancient steam engines, some running and some not, four old tractors (usually at least one of them is running) and his beloved bucket loader which is awaiting a gasket. Did I mention that it is my job to find parts for these old items on the internet?
Also, it is my job to tow him around and around (the back forty) while he tries to start some of these vehicles all the while hollering, “go faster-slow down.” I hate to hear him ask, “have you got a minute?” That usually means that momentarily I will be under some piece of equipment, holding a wrench or vicegrips while he tries to loosen a stubborn, rusty bolt. Never a dull moment in our ancient lives. Between all these projects, he has his coin collection, his gun collection and his fly-tying hobby. Is it any wonder we are dirt poor but rich in friends?
I tell him that if he dies before me, I am scheduling a big auction the day after his funeral.