Today I dropped a line in water. On the end was a waited nymph. How it sank slow in the current as the water was higher from the runoff of winters rage. Winter will rage again this evening I'm told. And continue through tomorrow. Also, today I made a box from driftwood collected a few days ago. I've sanded and stained it once, but it will take many rounds of both before it's ready to gift. She will enjoy it I suspect when I give my box to her. A return of favours I suspect (as a laugh escapes me).

Tomorrow I fathom land. Fathom and research. Research and question. Question and imply my intent of purchase. It will be good to own land I suspect; for future decisions that may one day be of appropriate timing. Tomorrow I may also take my dog for a walk in the freshly fallen snow. He was born with snow on the ground and I believe he may feel comfortable in it, like the sweet comfort of a younger day. The days have been passing slowly though. When there is no destination somehow the path is never prompt.

And then there is Friday; the day that follows tomorrow. It seems ages away. So much can be done in such a time, yet I fear not much will be claimed accomplished. Friday brings two scheduled events; one that has been scheduled for a month now, and one I am currently scheduling as I think. Midday I must attend a Physicians appointment. It's more of a follow up appointment, but I am sure a doctor can find some ailment worth flaunting their degree at to cure. And secondly, I think I will drive to Massachusetts. I will make a visit to someone most dear to me.

Yes love. Friday, I'm coming home.

Johnny Moses

it's a long day coming as the sun begins to unfold the night,
the steers milling kicking up a dusty landscape,
your leather hands and eyes know the stampede of life,
will have its run out or be turned in on itself,
dinners been hours past as you ease the herd with song,
as morning in the country hours on,

coffee as the blood of life a cigarette rolled in my lips,
old faithful raises his head and wises up the day,
young Randolph still asleep and Chuck Hammond shaves his face,
three wives left back home so we can make our pay,
the day will come when life for me settles down,
in an open range of land outside of town,

4 a.m. is said to be a hard days living,
but the world is here for men to show our will,
we mile on so in the end the job has landed,
the hooves through every stream and up every hill,

what we have

we had some nice to meet you
we had some where you from
we had some I'm going this way
we had some won't you come

I had my this girl is lovely
you had your this guy's alright
we've had some lazy mornings
we've had our up all nights

we've had our time together
we've had our times apart
we've had our i love and hate you
we've had our this is hard

we've had so many chances
to let this fade away
but we've had so many moments
that keep us on our way
and we've had so many memories
but have room for new ones to
and we'll always have each other
and all the I love yous

we've had our nighttime dances
you had your wedding day
we have two lovely children
and we have another on the way

we've had our summer travels
we've had our nine to five
we've had the world's falling on us
but we've kept ourselves alive

we've had our share of sickness
we've had our share of pain
we've had some loved one's say goodbye
we nearly went insane

we've had so many chances
to let this fade away
but we've had so many moments
that keep us on our way
and we've had so many memories
but have room for new ones to
and we'll always have each other
and all the I love yous

we've had our jokes and teases
we've had our comments hushed
we've had our share of on the nerves
we've had our patience pushed

we've lit each others fuses
we've had our shouts and yells
I've said my settle down dears
you've screamed your go to hells

we've had so many chances
to let this fade away
but we've had so many moments
that keep us on our way
and we've had so many memories
but have room for new ones to
and we'll always have each other
and all the I love yous