A politically charged blog entry

This week I'm pretending that I'm going on some great trip and I have to get up when it's dark so that I can make my flight. I actually arrived to work almost on time with this strategy (only 10 minutes late)and though it was starting to be light when I got to the office, the sun was not risen technically. I'm not really enjoying the extra light this evening. It's making me angry because I would have preferred it on the other end of the day. If I were running for President, this would be my one campaign promises: return the end of daylight savings to its previous weekend. When will the candidates address the everyday man's concern?

Shhh

Silence is sneaky. I drove into town from the farm without realizing that I hadn't turned on my radio at all until I was back home. I had been thinking without outside stimulation during the entire drive. It's good to not talk and to not hear anything sometimes. Faith steers you when you can't hear anything. I realize that I haven't been saying much through this medium lately either. It's not that I'm not thinking silly thoughts or that I don't wish to share, it's just that sometimes you have to be quiet with yourself to let yourself examine what it is that you aren't saying.

Recently I went and visited a place that I've meant to see for years. It was quite worth the visit and so I'm letting you know that if you haven't gone to see the Tiffany stained-glass windows in Topeka, you really ought to some time. Do it when you have the time, or make the time if you need be. It seemed like it would be a good place for silence, if you need that.

A hero sleeps at night.

I've been having fitful sleeps lately. I even counted sheep last night being unable to remember the charms of Linda. Getting less sleep is certainly an annoyance and an inconvenience. It does yield some nice weird dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was a boarder in an old home that was being renovated. The young couple that was working on the house seemed to avoid me. However at the end of the dream the husband told me that he really thought highly of me. He then said that I was capable of being a hero, but I wasn't quite one yet. He then gave me advice on how to actually achieve hero status. Alas, I can not remember any of his advice. Then I dreamed I was at a spa with my husband who had to use smelling salts to awaken me after I had fallen asleep in some fancy bathtub. He went ahead and purchased the smelling salts to use at home when I was sleeping and was snoring too much. I've never actually been to a spa, but it seems odd that I would take a bath as part of my spa treatment, but I suppose it's possible. Not sleeping tends to mean that something is bothering me, but I'm not really sure how to make it go away. Either I'm concerned about my snoring or I'm concerned about not being a hero. I can't really do anything about the snoring except take sudafed, allergy prescriptions and try to avoid mouth breathing to the extent possible. Being a hero seems like it might be too much work, but maybe I need to explore it as an option. My new life coach has suggested that I need to get a hipster photo for my blog, but I'm not sure if that's what the man in the dream suggested. Or it may be that it's too cold at night to be sleeping without the heater running.

More fortunate than usual

Today I received two fortunes in my fortune cookie. One said "Take no risks with your reputation". The second said "Take that chance you've been considering". They seem to be contradictory unless you assume chances can in no way damage your reputation. I suppose it's possible. When I arrived home I had another fortune sticking to the bottom of my shoe. It was partial, but it seems rather important since it went to all of the trouble of sticking to me like a sandbur wanting to find a spot to sprout. "[rip]month/ [rip] is shining". It makes less sense, but probably the most apt to occur. Any advice is welcome regarding this muddling of advice and fortunes. Or I could ignore it all, smile and continue.

Fall into produce

It's October 1. This is a picture of my first tomato of the season. If you will recall, last summer tomato was one of my dear friends, but this summer he has been fickle and unproductive. I guess he's more of a cool weather producer. He didn't want to be trite and produce in August like all of the other tomatoes. I suppose that I'll be trying to farm out my excess in November.