it's a year now since my first introduction to the blog world. happy anniversary. once again, the winds bring sleet and snow, and the clouds lurk low and hungry, stealing the last of the earth's warmth. there was a time recently when the corporate filters one the computer network here at work wouldn't let me on blogger at all. couldn't even read another's blog, let alone post there, or on my own. i ventured forth occasionally from home, but my poor old dinosaur, and dial-up connection (not to mention my over stretched patience) weren't up to the challenge. just discovered today that this has changed. i'm glad to be back. but only briefly... much to-do here today
a few hardy leaves still cling to the naked trees. the tawny fields twnkle with litters of bright tree garments. they lay like scattered treasure, bright coinsunder the deep, aching blueand pewter of an autumn sky. the color of evergreens intensifies.almost all on tera firma but them are painted in a monotone of earth colors - buff and tan, gold and ochre.the greens are strong and vibrant, a reminder of life goning dormant till the spring's sun and warm rains revive it once more.thrilling touches of low-growing red are all that's left of summer's heat.
Money isn't everything, but it IS SOMETHING. Self-sufficient livng in the bush yielded marginal success. Tried to make it on creative brilliance, but not much lit up. Learned some skills-house painter, rough (read "uses chainsaw")carpenter, etc.
Took a 2 year business course at the local college-finance and accounting.
And found myself.
Numbers are reliable. They always give the same answer-never change their minds, wear out, break, leave or go out of style. If something doesn't add up there's an answer if you patiently look. There is order in the universe!
No longer an itinerant fiddler/artist, I'm an accountant with a creative side.
Started in a city, moved to a bush cabin, the Yukon, apartment in the city, farm, and back to the city. Through it all yearning for a big yard with trees for the kids to climb, garden, and studio.
Bought a run-down, old frame church in a small town, complete with maple trees and raised the last 2 of 4 kids there. The realtor who sold it to me felt guilty selling it to a single mom;he helped renovate. Still one of my best friends. Of course,never finished it while the kids were here - it's nearly complete.