I still have not become used to writing the year 2018...Working outside this winter has become so weary i feel almost snow blind in a sense that at this moment snow blind seems a nice word and Winnie the Poo...cannot eat it....my mentor the Last Samuari...is so far infront of me that i can barely make out his foot prints...whilst out in my tiny red van today a Robert Frost poem came to me in a spatter of words yet i cannot recall the title..My tiny red van has sensed that this is my last Winter riding in her comfort so much so the CD..player is jammed and not ejecting the current CD..thankfully Tracy Chapman..is the cause...if i could put over forty winters working outside in one song..then Fast Car has to be the one..when the time comes for me to kiss my tiny red van and leave her forever...then fast car has to be the tune....
People ask....why what how..what indeed are you going to do with time...I simply think of the poem Invictus smile shrug my shoulders sigh and reply this and that....

" It matters not how strait the gate.
   How charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate.
    I am the captian of my soul. "

    William Ernest Henley.

Good night...may your God go with you...so goeth...