January

I have trouble getting out of bed in the morning, I always have no matter what the season. But when winter rolls around, it’s cold and I really don’t want to get up. I can’t wait to cradle the day’s first cup of coffee in my hands. So I get myself around, go outside to dump yesterday’s coffee grounds in the slop bucket and smell the woodsmoke in the air from my neighbors house and everything just feels all cozy. It’s January yet the days are getting longer already and the seed catalogs are coming in, putting that special charge in the air awakening our battered senses. How did my senses become so battered? Well, in addition to the reality unfolding around us, I’m fresh off binging The Wire. It’s so heartbreakingly good. There’s just no soft place to rest on this show . Nowhere to hide – the machine just keeps grinding and grinding! There’s so much to absorb, I just feel saturated with images and knowledge that I didn’t have in my head before , and now I can’t stop thinking about it. I of course I wished for some other loose ends to be tied up nicely, but that wouldn’t be real which why this show hurts to watch, which is why it’s so good. It just tears me up inside knowing there’s little Dukies out there sleeping in the street right now. Is there a Wire support group? Anyway, while I’m still wringing myself out after my show, we all still have to live our America and lives and witness all the festering pockets of our society that just seems to keeps growing and stinking. How is anybody supposed to have a dry January? I’ve tried, I can’t do it. In closing, be grateful for your comforts, however little. A warm bed to sleep in ,coffee, a nice window to look out.. New life is coming. Until next time.