Change is all we’ve got. Mankind has never been satisfied with what the Earth provides, thus has initiated change on this planet almost as fast as fire blackens a forest.
The Earth changes as she needs to. Mankind changes things because of want and greed. Those in need get stomped; they have inadequate means with which to keep up with the changes.
I almost got stomped. After ten months and eight interviews, I managed to fit into the changes tossed in my path.
A new house—T~ and I love the colors we put on the living room and the kitchen/dining room walls. We painted for two days. We moved in this past Sunday. Today, almost everything is put away. I’m tired.
But I am excited. Leaving Philomath became priority one in our house at the beginning of the year, and we made it happen, even with my lousy employment situation… and even after it got worse.
But that’s all changed. I finally found some folks who don’t mind my age. Next Monday I start working at First Alternative Natural Foods Co-op. The first job I’ve ever had that rolls with my lifestyle. I’m looking forward to it.
As for my music… eh. The life I had in Arcata was music—lessons and gigging. That cannot happen in Corvallis; there are no venues in which to play, and music lessons here do not give me the same satisfaction as they did in Humboldt. Now that I’ve taught my first lesson at the new house, I realize that I really do not want to teach guitar lessons any longer. I want to work at the Co-op. I’ll gig here and there, when I feel like it… and where the beer is free.
Autumn to Winter
written in memory of Kay Thornton-Fitts
October 6, 2008
Wind slips through the crease
that separates today from tomorrow,
raises the blades of grass
the way a dog's hackles stiffen
when the world becomes unfamiliar.
Thin birch leaves
in our front yard,
brittle brown tonight
beneath a half-moon,
are blown away by the wind.