I had planned to be a lot more diligent on the blog this year. But that has slipped on me.
I took on a job that was too big for the tools I have. I couldn't get the mill to chew this without trying to jump and run out the door. Nothing like jumping in the deep end, then having to bow out. Ah, enforced humility. Tasty.
I'm working another job that I was leery of at first, but after some thought, is gonna be a good first step into the world of self-employment. Maybe.
The shop is getting cleaner. And that is really nice. I have to be able to move from machine to machine easily. That hasn't happened in a while. I have a bit of Phil-itus, or he has some STxAR-ness....
Working on a couple lathe chuck trees. Christmas presents...shhhhh.....
All in all, it's been interesting!
So it's Happy Christmas time again. Here are a couple of my favorite Christmas songs.
Mom was pretty sure we were Cherokee, as a progenitor was married to a Cherokee maid. Alas, it doesn't appear to be the case. I still have a soft spot in my heart for the civilized tribes.
This one reminds me of a few Christmas' in the past.
Some people's kids, eh?
One other song that reminds me of brown Christmas' with the folks when I was a much younger man. The smell of dust, the blue northers that screamed out of Kansas to visit... The weight of a quilt to keep warm in the night, the smell of snow and spit boiling off a gas heater, the moron that peed on the campfire (no, not me)... Chopping water at the barn so the stock can drink, hauling it in two five gallon buckets... three times a day, and I don't know how many trips from the pump house to the barn.... soaking up the sun out of the wind on the south side of the barn. Cold wind in your face that made the snot run across your cheek and into your ears... a living snow globe, watching it fall in the circle of bright the yard light put out... the soft quiet of a snowy night... man, the memories keep coming....
Unplanned events just kept coming: Family member hospitalized a few times early in the year; head injury; a family member's separation became a divorce; another family separation; an attempted coup at work; continuing fun from the injury (I have to be aware of weather changes, they can knock me down pretty hard now).... My favorite Aunt just went home this morning.
But that's life, right?
Not sure what to make out of the political scenery. I've talked to a few about that, one guy in particular reminds me: "There is none so blind as he who will not see."
High points included: getting a family member sorted with the .gov medical care for the most part; surviving a head injury; and finding out what is different, better, worse after the injury; getting my dream sheet at work; finding out who my team mates are at work. I am here to tell you, there were folks that I considered passing acquaintances at work that were really GOOD friends. I am indebted to them for caring for me when I was down hard. And my family that helped me through and are continuing to give aid and comfort.
I got a LOT of clarity this year.
Back in the days of maps, you had to know where you were to figure out where you were going. Orientation of the map was pretty important. I know where I am right now more clearly than I have in the past. The way usually presents itself if you know where you are.
Happy Christmas, thanks for coming over to visit. I really means a lot to me.
May God bless us, every one.