The Native Iowan

I’m sitting on the back porch of the old farm house. About330pm on a Thursday afternoon. My Molosser pups lie near by. The air is quiet and warm.

We’re in a valley so, this-time of year, we get sunshine 8am – 5pm. Yesterday we had a winter’s souwesterly blowing that was coooold. Today, no wind, so for now its very pleasant.

Nights recently have been near freezing, but days warm up quite nicely. From where I sit I get blue sky, white clouds, green farmlands and an amazing golden sunshine bathing all in warmth. But the warmth is fleeting. The sun light transient. Once behind the hill, the cold settles in quickly.

From this back-porch, on a little farm in Queensland, I watch the world.

And I am increasingly confused by what I find… the lengths of deception and outright lying this covid adventure has offered is extreme. No doubt that deception and outright lying has been SOP for a long, long time, yet we’re hitting new levels of deception and untruths.

I am a long-term avid reader of sci-fi. ManKind’s psyche, free will, destiny, and more has been thoroughly hashed over by many decades of Sci-Fi. Yet, I ponder, what the fuck is going on? It is stranger than Sci-Fi. I find my self A Stranger in a Strange Land…

I cant choose a single hip topic to have a rant about. There are too many to choose from. And I am not up to the arguments, the discussions. The emotion.

I once commented heavily about what I was reading and hearing and doing. Though I still do research and pay close attention to “the matters of the day”, I am no longer commenting. Much…

Not any more. Being a Farmer offers a lot of distractions but little exciting news. Often one days becomes another. Not like the days of yore when Grace and I would be busting-hump through some airport, almost late, and living by the “carry-on-only” travel mantra. Hotel room to hotel room, taxi to taxi… country to country… those were the days!

I used to call it “time travel”… leaving Brisbane at 8am on a Monday morning and arriving at LAX 6am on a Monday morning…

And those days are gone, victim to the KungFlu. The world has changed, and I am merrily ensconced here in QLD. Where its getting cold…

Farming is a good gig. 16 cows, 10 claves and a big-arsed bull named Hank. Two amazing Maremma guard dogs, and two monster Molosser pups. And 2-egg-laying-hens. Lots to smile about.

More later