Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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The days pass quickly.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year.

Today, I made a spice and herb butter:

2 cups heavy whipping cream
1 teaspoon of fresh dill
2 tablespoons of chopped chives
1 tablespoon of chopped parsley
1/2 teaspoon of dried basil leaves
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
2 cloves of garlic, boiled drained and mashed

Mix, drain, and refrigerate

After I made the butter, I decided to go for a long walk in the cemetery to take advantage of the remaining daylight, without Stella and Warden.

The days pass quickly.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year.

I wanted to be able to roam freely, without worrying about the dogs terrorizing crows, pawing moles, or killing groundhogs. What would I do if one of the dogs were to wound a groundhog? Kill it? Put it out of its misery? That would make me a murderer all over again!

I spotted many deer and a few wild turkey. Then, I came across a pair of boot tracks left earlier by someone who had the same size feet as me. I decided to be adventurous and follow the tracks!

Thrasymachos: Tell me now, in one word, what shall I be after my death? And mind you be clear and precise.


The tracks led me to many familiar headstones, ones that I myself often frequented, and I wondered if the tracks were my own, but I couldn't remember if I had been to the cemetery after the storm.

Philalethes: Everything and nothing.

The days pass quickly.
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year and the sun was slipping behind a curtain of anvil clouds. I left the tracks and headed home. I felt milk bones in my pocket and called out for the dogs, forgetting that I'd left them at home and then I remembered after hearing my voice and felt lonely. I regretted not bringing them with me.

I saw Christmas lights and I remembered that Christmas is just a few days away and although I know it's nearing, it seems unreal.

When I got home, I ate the butter. All of it. I ate it in handfuls. And it was delicious. Then, I patted the dogs on their heads and told them to sit, and tossed them a few milk bones.

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