Well, Christmas has passed and all is well. Spent Christmas dinner at the main house... Denise's sister Lisa and her husband Chris, and daughters Quinn & Phoebe were there. Along with Tom, Henry and Wayne, we had a wonderful turkey dinner with all the trimmings... And then afterwards we played a game called 'Apples to Apples' ... I'll spare you the details on that ;-) All in all it was a good night. A few more day's and we're in a new year... I need to get a haircut... bring in the year properly coiffed. Now that Tom's here for a week or so... I can pull back on a few chores and get focused on me again. Let that slip a little... that and no water for 2 weeks has changed the routine. But I think the snow is taking a break for a week... the weather has actually been warming up for the past couple of days now and it's been raining. We shouldn't see temps under 32 for a while... maybe we'll catch a break with the water situation :-) We'll see...
But any way... with Tom back home and Wayne picking up some of the slack... I've gotten back into listening to my Abraham material and started reading Castaneda's 'Journey To Ixtlan' again... It's been years since I've read him. It's also time for cutting back on the distractions that I've slipped into and face the man in the mirror. And to really try to explore what it really means to live in the 'moment'. The ever, ongoing 'present'... this is where the power is. Don Juan said that the 'continuity of time has no meaning in this awesome, mysterious world' and that every action you take should be regarded as your last battle in this life... because death is hunting you. In other words... Treat today as if it were your last. Easy to say... ;-)
And on a lighter note... My good friend Rick down in So. CA. asked me about the current mouse count since I instituted the 'catch & release' program. Well I had stopped at 30... took a break... but now it seems Mousy's getting more bold... F__ker! And I've resigned to getting the 'permanent' traps or the 'transition initiating' traps. The gnawing on whatever, in the middle of the night... the sound of little scurrying feet... and the poop... every where. It's time... Last night I had put some pennies on the headboard so that when I heard the little F__ker... I could throw a penny in his direction and scare him off... But these tactics are temporary... It is just a fact of life...

