Joy

Fahrenheat, the friendly little heater



The only picture I could find with a glimpse of the cabin's peak



The winter ceiling

Donny put up Styrofoam to seal off the cabin peak yesterday. I stood under him and handed screws. I think it’s made a difference. We were losing heat through the top.

Man, all these things going on are such metaphors. Everything rising to a peak and going through the top.

I can report with joy about sealing off the leak. The energy drain is leaving. I didn’t want to do it. I liked my peak(s). I wanted heat without losing the heights. Now it seems that life is about keeping the heat closer to the ground.

I’ve switched back to the desk today. It fits my body better than the table. I can feel it already. I’m once again gazing out at the Mooney pines. Just a spot of rooftop keeps the family abode in view. The freeway fence is off to the side, dull anyway this morning without the sun. We slept in and the sun is already high in the sky, the earth standing still.

Donny’s making breakfast. He says, “You’re going out?”

I say, “It’s my morning practice.”

Words are getting put on things never before uttered.

What’s important to you? Heat in the cabin.

It has begun. The Fahrenheat’s days are numbered. Next there will be a furnace. I have declared myself. This is what’s important to me. I am claiming my life.

Joy. Joy.