In the end, I lit a fire.
We have loads of waste wood -which I've cut off the trees and bushes. For a brief moment it was dry too, so I cut some up into logs and we luxuriated in front of a real, live fire.
That involved cleaning out the fireplace which hasn't been touched in 6 years, cutting up wood and dragging it in and keeping a constant watch that nothing is burning.
It was a struggle but it was OK, although quite quickly my neat logs ended up about 5 feet long and balanced precariously on the fireplace to avoid any more sawing.
It was well worth it.
Lots of memories coming back.
And nice and warm.
And then we settled back to watch the U.S. Presidential election results, which turned out to be a long, hard night.
I staggered off to bed at about 3-30 in the morning, leaving Robyn to stick it out. When I gave up, Ohio had gone and Florida was going to follow soon.
I have no time for Hilary Clinton, a warmongering Imperialist.
But Trump and his supporters are a bunch of racist and sexist knuckleheads and that's dangerous.
Decades of reforms are in danger, millions of people are in danger.
So it turned out to be a long night in a very hard winter.
"Winter In America"
Gil Scott Heron
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America
The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it's hoping
Hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
It's winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It's winter, Lord knows
It's winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America
The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it's hoping
Hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
It's winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It's winter, Lord knows
It's winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
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