S&UP

there's no place like home

From front left is Milo’s breakfast warming, (chicken, carrots and sweet potato) on the right are eggshells and bones cooking down for milling bone meal and calcium, (also for Milo) behind that is hot water, to its left is my dinner pot getting cleaned and sterilized and finally in the back left where it’s hottest is my coffee to perk (not instant).

I don’t know how to say this folks, y’all are lucky in a lot of ways. If you’re here, you’re one of the luckiest people in the world.

The mundane might be the purest form of peace.

You can say it, nobody wants to live like this, half the world is trying to escape poverty, and the other half thinks it’s a contagious disease.

Ask yourself: would I like to just live? What would it be like if there were nothing I had to do and no place I had to be?

Everything then would become purely voluntary, easy to be objective.

Living can be hard, it can also be easy. Living can be both hard and easy at the same time.

No missiles flying, no violent crime, no abuse. Admit it: if you had no other place to go, chaos reigned supreme and winter is close - being right here by the stove might not seem so bad. It’s a better place than the one I was raised in.

Yea, it’s messy, that’s because there are a million and one things I’d rather be doing than sweeping at the moment. That’s just me, nothing to do with you, we live rough here out of choice. And, after all, you want to try it, don’t you? Country living, close to the bone. Hardship is good for the soul, people seek it as recreation all the time.

Not me, you say? Well then, as you wish, food never tastes better then when you’re hungry, and it never gets better than from that old cook stove.

This ain’t poverty, this is America! Where I’m standing, there’s no better place anywhere.

Easy isn’t better

The Vietnam Veteran stick is coming along.

Milo isn’t gentle.