It's the occasion of another New Year. A time for resolutions. A time for introspection and sentimentality. This time, I got nothing. I don't have any ideas about resolutions. I've already meditated on the melancholy of the holiday season. My history of resolutions as written in this blog have been predictable. I always need to lose weight. I always have some goal in mind that just won't work with my occupation. I am always getting a good start and never following through. I don't see this as a failing, just the nature of living. Some seasons make discipline easier. And other seasons make it impossible. My weight loss over since 2006 is more than my body weight. My training for the various events I've wanted to do has always been thwarted by some health issue. SO I'm not making any resolutions this year. I've got plenty of things to do on the calendar that will be enough enjoyment for any year. So if there is any goals for 2015 it would be to do those things and enjoy each living day.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...