I'm going to be busy this weekend, perhaps until Monday evening, so I won't be around much.
It's so desolate out here; I think this was the first day since just before Memorial Day, that there wasn't anybody out here. The town inebriate is coming to mow the grass, but he'll be doing that under the light of the moon and the stars.
The neighbor--the one who played midwife to the cow, and the one mutually injured with me by the Buckeye primitive in that one accident--came last evening, and we drove to the big city, just to take a look-see at an elderly who recently suffered a massive stroke.
This property has been in litigation for some years now, between an 83-year-old guy and his 79-year-old sister; when their mother passed on in 1985 or 1986, they were each supposed to receive half of it (and there are of course other properties involved), but both acted like primitives, especially Obamaite primitives, each demanding the whole thing, and not a crumb less.
Well, the brother four days ago had a massive stroke, and the sister has lived in another nursing home for years, afflicted with Alzheimer's. They had both been married (happily), but never had any children, and if they pass on to the Eternal Life before their cousin, the ancient elderly gentleman who used to mow the lawn here (who is 81 years old, and some months ago had a minor stroke, but is doing well), it all goes to the ancient elderly gentleman and his wife, who have lots and lots of children and grandchildren.
I never knew either the brother or the sister, but since the brother owns this place, or half of it, or none of it, depending upon the outcome of the litigation, it just seemed the right thing to do, to pay one's respects, even though he didn't know my neighbor or me from Adam.
This morning (Saturday morning) I got several boxfuls of new accounting work dumped here, and while there's no real urgency, I just want to get it done as soon as possible, so that's what I'm doing all weekend.
I hope to be done by Monday evening, and back to watching the primitives with ever-vigilant eyes.
Already one can detect a sort of collective subconscious, mass hysteria, growing among the primitives. It's tiny yet, but its growth is perceptible. it's still a dark black cloud on the faraway horizon, but it's coming. The primitives, being primitives, aren't able to articulate their fear, but something big's coming down, and the primitives know it.
