Patrick Sparks

I do not have many Christmas traditions. I spent too much, bah humbug been too, too far from my early childhood to have a consistent traditions. But there is one thing I am always a pleasure to Christmas: Watching It’s a Wonderful Life.
It began in college. I had never seen before, much to the shock of most people I met. But one night I was snuggled in front of the television and he came on. I like the 1940s – culture, music, the beast turns of phrase and rising optimism. The film seduced me, and the following years I always tried to catch on TV. I do not always, and a few years, I forgot all together, but it has always been a comfortable way to get into the rental. I toyed with just bought the film shows whenever practical, but I think the charm of the film is that it is a tradition of watching television, and as Charlie Brown holiday shows that there is a kind of comfort watching each new generation to abandon their usual hi-tech, action-packed fare for something sentimental and transmitted. And part of me believes that the magic is watching with the rest of the country, not some pre-determined time at a convenience for my schedule. This kind of thing does not belong in the 60s or 40s and is very inappropriate for such software.
But this year I did not have to watch it. A terrible ice storm lying in the north-three inches of ice, and we lost power for three days including the day NBC broadcast it. I was saddened, but I had no worries. My house was hovering around 38 degrees, putting my water pipes at risk. We had to eat every meal, but our return to the cold cave to ensure that the dogs were good. I had to do everything within a few hours of sunlight, most of which included preparing for a long time, cold night. By the third day, when veri-husband and I went to breakfast – the novelty of the restoration of losing its appeal and quickly become a costly nuisance – I felt discouraged and disoriented, struggling to form words and trying to gather quite humorous to the figure walking where my laundry, and where would be the best place to spend a few hours of classifying documents.
I came home from breakfast, dogs market, and sat on the floor to read, trying not to wallow or live. Although the disadvantages, there were some benefits to any power. My house and neighborhood was calm enough to invoke a kind of gentle calm, the hum of appliances and rushing to and fro was stifled. Blatantly outside the area of discomfort, I no longer expected convenience. It is interesting to see how we come to depend on convenience and demand, because we are so used to it. When the concept of comfort is withdrawn, it is suddenly patience and the ability to be fair in the moment and know things will happen when they happen.
But I was still down, frazzled, distraught. As I cradled my book and tried to find a patch of sunlight in the room, there was suddenly a click. The fire, and I looked and saw the video of her flashing 12:00. I accelerated around the house, which confirms what I saw, and noticed a truck Comp in the street until the finish repairs.
I dashed around the house suddenly grateful, grateful, full of respect and cherish appliances. The stupid washing machine that is tearing my clothes? I love you. The refrigerator is concerned that too much energy and looking for dirt to cling to it? I’ve never been so happy to see you alive and singing. The stove with burnt bulb it is impossible to keep it clean? Your glowing clock is a comfort. I love and appreciate every little thing she does.
As I mirror the closing scenes of the film I could not help thinking: it’s a wonderful life.

Today is just another day, like everything else. I wake up feel good, but then Wham just as I am in bad mood, and feeling very depressed. I know that life is not easy, and grow even more difficult. I do not understand why everything can not be easier! I have a lot to be thankful, but however I do not see well through all the bad that seems to take over my alarm clock every thought.
I have a great second family. I love them and I would like to believe love me too. I know that my bad attitude lately makes everyone around me. Today, I decided that my anti-depressant drug should not be working, so I decided to call in the office of doctors. I made an appointment with another doctor in the office, and as my friend Cody sweet expected, they have not changed the drug. The doctor thinks that I need to go to counseling, I do excersize, I need to stop holding grudges, I need to get involved in a group within the community, and that I need to build a church family. I did all these things to a point in my life. I went to church every Sunday, I started with the Relay for Life Steering Committee for 3 years, I excersized all day! Now, I rather just sleep all day. It is true that I hold grudges like you would not believe, and I am one person closed.
I have my health for the most part, a second loving family, a wonderful friend, a good father and good sister. On the other hand, if I have a mother who has disowned me make my own decisions, an aunt who think I am the Antichrist, and a sister who is completely brainwashed by my aunt and mother of bullshit. Hell, I was quite brainwashed for some time, but I came to my senses. I am my own person, I am not my mother, I’m not anyone else for that matter. I am like it or not, and my mother chose not like her.
This was my second year attending college, and I thought I was going to graduate this June with my AA. Unfortunately, my mother decided to give me every bill that I never had because I did not do what she wanted from me. I was half the length at this point, and with all these bills and no steady job, I could not concentrate. I started on the path to feeling so overwhelmed, and to control my own life. However, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, I know I will not settle for just another person, I want to do something myself. I want to help someone, and you know something I do not, people in the health care sector of the latter. It seems to me, or perhaps it is only my bad attitude speaking again, that they are just for their wages, a doctor who did not spend more than 5 minutes with their patients Arne ‘ Does it for something else. I have also seen the college through the system advice. If I work in one of these two industry I would like to think that I really care for all and everyone that I have acrost. I want to be able to touch someones life, and really make a difference.
I do not know where I go or what I do none of this in addition to the fact that I can not stop living because everything seems to collapse on me. I must continue and try my best to keep a better attitude than I had in recent times. Sometimes I just CANNOT help being unhappy. I think I will consider going back to church, and to return to volunteering, when I did both of those things I really felt like I was outside of something bigger than me. I need this, I want to feel wanted, needed, and I’m helping someone. I want to live a life of impact, I want to remember something, I just need to know what!

I am certainly not the typical farmer. I’m just a boy wannabe countries that have been achieved!
We grow hay, straw that we sell, we have horses, that’s about the extent of it – so far … … … … ..!!!!! We learn that we are going to have fun and do it!
It is a typical day. I spent an hour this morning in the barn. It is again abnormally in the top 60 and I had to remove the horses’ blankets. I turned my two guys on the hay fields have some other green grass. " The only two have actually started to eat hay bale us, and went through their first ball square. This year, I will keep track of how much they consume a high-tech way – as I pull a ball – I make a pencil mark on the wall of the barn!
I swept out the barn, and opened the doors to let the warmth of the breeze to clear the smell of urine of mice that begins to permeate all (see previous post about our colony of mice!) During summer, snakes black toad decimated our population. I like the little toads and they do their best to keep the fly population. Since snakes are rather inactive during the cold weather, they are not a lot of help keeping the mouse population winter! Come spring, I will use "gender" methods of keeping the mouse over. I do not want to kill them. A drive, a method that worked for him in the past – lavender hanging in strategic locations. If it works or not – the smell of lavender is much preferred to the rank smell of mouse pee! I’ll just be sure to keep the bouquets out of reach of horses "curious lip!
Another regular activity, here in the country, is almost daily trip to the Post Office. We have a mailbox at the end of the disc. When we moved here we did not – if we have a post office box. When the huge mailbox was installed by the husband, we kept the CP My eBay biz. In fact, our local post office is like no other I have been in urban areas.
I recently completed a mail survey of PO, and made sure, by adding a comment to the end of the investigation – that the A + I boasted in this investigation, was only available at the Fulks Run Post .
The post office, as I wrote about the past, is the hub of this small town. It is where you get your local news, information, statistics, weather, rainfall amounts, and hear who is ill, looking for a job, or selling a car.
I know who has the most support this weekend, which flu, or where to find the best trees, honey, goats, or beef. I also learned the best time to plant my corn, which snakes to watch and when to choose my persimmons. If I need an address, our venerable post, he can recite from the top of his head!
While I was writing this post, the husband and daughter were dragging the fields. For the uninitiated ie when you attach a chain (think of a huge, loose link chain link fence with spikes) to the rear of the tractor. You then driving the tractor through the horse paddock, fortified by dragging the chain behind it. It’s a bit like a rake dragging through a box of kitty litter – since you can not scoop of all horses shit (believe me, I tried!). The chain breaks the manure, and it spreads around it disintegrates more easily and the paddocks fertilizer, resulting in a more green in spring!
Given what is happening in a horse-out – eventually become the enclosure as a real minefield – for man and horse as well! Picking cement-like horse shit of horses’ feet is not one of my favorite hobbies more! Example, by dragging a field is one of the necessities of life.
Today, I made the usual banal – dishes, laundry, sweep, vacuum, etc. Every day I do my "peaceful kingdom" rights-take dogs for a term of feed wild birds, lay corn for deer, clean, feed, brush horses, do the same for indoor critters. And, of course, try to keep ahead of the endless and very prolific dust ponies "Accumulate anywhere you have 4 active dogs in the house!
My day is probably not very different from what it was before we moved here, except the landscape has changed, the stress level has changed, I work out of my house rather than to juggle with 4 jobs and the needs of two children, I can walk to my door and hug my horses instead of driving 22 miles to … … … … … .. No matter – life in the country is different and I love it!