I don't really know if I know how to write anymore. I surely am rusty at typing.
It's been a great year.
Here in Stevens Point it's cold. And snowy. Already. But the stored vegetables are good. And so is the beer.
I'm currently freelancing as an editor/PowerPoint-creator-extraordinaire. I spent the warm months growing honest-to-goodness food. For 135 locally nourished families.
I'm really having a hard time with all this I stuff. It's an issue I have when it comes to blogging. Probably ingrained during my long years in the public school system and complicated during my somewhat less-long years in higher education. It hurts.
Anyway, welcome to the reincarnation, whichever way it goes.
I (me, already) love sufficiency. Not expansion. Not extreme specialization. Not know-nothingness. You know, survival.
My Grandpa on my Mom's side knew how to survive. Not many others I know do. But I aim to.
But let's not get all nostalgic. 'Cause I ain't looking backward. Well, to be honest, I look back a little. But I don't think there's anything wrong with that. We need a little remembering to go along with all this forward movement. Lest we forget. Words and concepts are a lot different than muscle memory and "Yeah, I been there."
I guess, where I begin is, Who's your farmer?
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