If you live with three donkeys and chickens, then you are a green farm. Little garbage is thrown away. Between them, almost anything will get devoured .

A friend posted a message saying life will break you if you aren’t careful. How, I wonder, can you be careful about that?  Life cannot break me or cause me to give up, only I can do that. I’m not big on blaming life for my troubles. I am seeing wonderful messages, acts, and courage coming out of Southern Vermont, already busy rebuilding. The journalists and politicians are already fighting about whether government should or shouldn’t help and what it will cost. Yuk.

I do not argue my life, or explain it. I get messages from people every day who disagree with me about things I wrote and are eager to argue with me about it, and while I don’t have any problem with disagreement, I will not argue my life, I would rather live it. Here and in books I am honest about how I feel. That’s enough. I don’t care to be explaining how I feel and arguing it all day. I think that’s a great way to become self-absorbed.  People do not change their minds about things that way, and I have no interest in telling people what to do or arguing with them about how they feel. Seems a draining way to live.

And I don’t care to participate in a process that politicizes helping people in trouble.