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Not A One…

01 Monday Feb 2016

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Living, Passages, Seasons, Time

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ennui, goals, lists, reading, resolutions

a not started, not finished, bedside read...

a not started, not finished, bedside read…

For quite some years now, I have had a goal of reading sixty books a year, which averages, you know to five books a month.  As you would expect there are years that I read a bit more, a bit less, just right.  However, this year, January will come and go without my having read nary a one.  The flabbergasting thing is that I cannot put my finger on any particular reason why, other than perhaps a general sense of ennui, a word I absolutely love.

 

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Resolved…

11 Monday Jan 2016

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Living, Totem Hall

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found, glasses, iphone, keys, lost, money clip, resolutions, this new year

This…

my clip...

my clip…

This too…

my phone...

my phone…

These…

my glasses...

my glasses…

These too…

my keys...

my keys…

So, yeah, yeah, yeah, I hereby resolve not to lose any of them, not a one, not for a moment, not this year!

And, well, right, my dear reader may notice the obvious differences in time and backgrounds, which, of course, there is a perfectly good reason for…

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Lately…

19 Wednesday Aug 2015

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Living, Seasons, Time, Totem Hall

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chores, farm boss, farm chores, field mow, fieldwork, hay, kubota, taylor pittsburgh mower deck

I’ve been spending time on the back of a tractor, contemplating all the mysteries…

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Spring Done Sprung…

23 Monday Mar 2015

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Family, Living, Passages, Relationships, Seasons, Time, Totem Hall, Vacation

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beach, boarding school, children, classes, college, empty nesters, life, savannah college of art and design, spring break, tides, woodberry forest school

last sunset...

that last sunset…

Perhaps, I should say, spring sprunged.  My youngest returns back to his boarding school later today, and in Savannah my oldest returns back to the college grind today, which all means that today at Totem Hall we return to life as empty nesters today, not a bad life mind you, but a life nevertheless…

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Spring Sprung…

18 Wednesday Mar 2015

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Family, Living, Nature, Seasons, Time, Vacation

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beaches, children, friends, high schoolers, reunions, spring break, sunsets, tides, wants, wishes



that first sunset…



I could blame my youngest because this is what he wanted, but why bother…

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Due to Technical Difficulties…

11 Wednesday Mar 2015

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Business, Gardening, Gentleman Farming, Living, Passages, Seasons, Totem Hall

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apple blossoms, apple computer, macbook, motherboard, spring, technology, technophobe, troglodyte, video card

new boss meets the old boss...

new boss meets the old boss…

In case you were wondering where I might have been all these days, well, did you know that on older MacBooks the video card attaches to the motherboard and that when the video card goes bad, the motherboard though still good is now worthless? Yep, I did not know that either, though I have since found out about this and much other arcane trivia regarding both my now old and now new computers.

meet the new boss...

meet the new boss…

same as the old boss...

same as the old boss…

To be honest, the Gentleman Farmer does few things well and computers are not one of them. Slowly, but surely, while my face basks in the glow of computer light, I am making friends with the newest addition and expense to Totem Hall.

Somewhere, someone promises improved productivity and instant enlightenment, right?

I just noticed the blurry image of my old and now very defunct computer, which is somewhat apropos, no?

just because it's spring and I love apple blossoms...

just because it’s spring and I love apple blossoms…

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From the Old English writha…

01 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Living, Nature, Passages, Seasons, Totem Hall

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crowns, daydreaming, doorways, entries, etruscans, fieldwork, greeks, harvest, old, olympics, owls, power, romans, tractor, wealth, wikipedia, wise, wreaths

harvest wreath...

harvest wreath…

I came back from the Woodberry Parents Weekend to find the front door of Totem Hall all decked out with a brand new wreath, courtesy of my mother in law, celebrating the best of fall.

one view up close...

one view up close…

Later on my tractor, working a field, I started thinking about wreaths, the whole who, what, when, and where.

another view up close...

another view up close…

So I turned to Wikipedia; I mean, after all, who doesn’t? Did you know that wreaths appeared during the Etruscan era, worn as crowns? After that, the Greeks and Romans appropriated the wreath concept, wearing them to celebrate, for instance, Olympic achievement, or to designate wealth and power.

wise old owl up close...

wise old owl up close…

Of course, wreaths on the head are all good and wonderful, but how does one get from the dome to the door? Well, by way of Wikipedia, one again turns to the ancient Greeks. It turns out the Greeks enjoyed hanging a harvest wreath by their door, just like mine.

one more look...

one more look…

before you come on in...

before you come on in…

And there you go…

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Football

29 Friday Aug 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Family, Living, Passages, Seasons, Sporting Life, Time

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bulldogs, college football, dawgs, dreams, georgia bullogs, hedges, heritage, sanford stadium, season opener, southern boys, tradition, uga 1

For me, the high holy season of college football begins this Saturday when my school, my team takes to the field.

started young...

me and uga one…

It is an acquired taste, not for everyone, though very important in my part of the world.

We start young, us southern boys, playing and dreaming as long and as far as our playing and dreaming will take us.

Throw in the generations of family men who played and dreamed before and will play and dream to come.

Mix in the atmosphere, the pageantry, the tastes, smells, drinks, sights and sounds.

Add the excitement, the energy, the contact, controlled violence.

Then you can see why it is in the blood.  Then you can see why it is who we are.

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Flat

26 Tuesday Aug 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Blogs, Living, Passages, Time

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back pain, bed making, bloglovin, books, contemplation, iphone, reading

As in, flat on my back, as in back pain, as in immobile, as in how the heck does this happen when making a bed, for God’s sake…

view from a bed, flat on my back...

view from a bed, flat on my back…

another view from my bed, flat on my back...

another view from a bed, flat on my back…

a final view from a bed, flat on my back...

a final view from a bed, flat on my back…

Oh well, at least I have an iPhone and a good book, or two, or three.

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Moving On…

12 Tuesday Aug 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Family, Living, Passages, Relationships, Time, Totem Hall

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dodge, lexus, memory, moms, moves, moving, nissan, packing, pathfinder, poodles, ram 2500, roommates, rx400h, scad, sons, u-haul

Our oldest made his return to college Saturday. This was not our first fond farewell, having over the years sent him off to summer camps, boarding school, and the first year of college, but somehow yesterday was different, he was moving into his own home, well, own home with four other roommates.

folding sheets for the first and last time...

folding sheets for the first and last time…

boxed up and ready to go...

boxed up and ready to go…

The whole process was most entertaining and it brought back a flood of memories.

i'll just stuff this...

i’ll just stuff this in…

it doesn't take me long to pack...

it doesn’t take me long to pack…

To begin with, all our carefully thought out plans fell by the wayside. The big Dodge 2500 is still in the shop. She was going to be the workhorse of the move. So, you say, no problem, I am sure you have a Plan B. Well good old Plan B did not work out either. Since my son’s Pathfinder did not have wiring for the trailer lights, there was no U-Haul for us, not rentable. Surely, we can use one of the open-air trailers here at Totem Hall, right? Ooh, too bad, the Lexus, choice three, with tow package and harness, is no good, faulty wiring.

The end result: ah, stuff it in the back of the Nissan.

packed in the back...

packed in the back…

packed on the side...

packed on the side…

packed on the other side...

packed on the other side…

and packed in the front...

and packed in the front…

He is definitely my son.

How crazy time is, really. We move through it, try our best to hold on to it, swimming upstream, you know.

bye moms, bye poodle...

bye moms, bye poodle…

Was it just the other day that I was making my own moves, possessions stuffed into a trash bag, or two? Or how about renting the first moving truck, enlisting a couple of friends with offers of beer and lunch, forgetting to tie down everything in back.

bye totem hall...

bye totem hall…

Then came children, just the births alone seem long ago, though, in the grandness of time, not too far away, remembered, just not able to be captured again, the first words, the first walk, off to school, off to university.

bye son, fare thee well...

bye son, fare thee well…

Life is such a funny game…

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Perhaps my ennui stems from David Bowie's death. I read somewhere that we should consider ourselves lucky to have lived at the same time he did. I do. Many years ago, there was a girl in my secondary school, Debbie P., who was very hip, very groovy, and very pretty. Now I attended Catholic schools and so, as you might imagine, we had to wear uniforms, except, of course, for after-school activity, and that's where I get to the point of the story. Our school was putting on its big play of the year, I had a small part, Debbie was working backstage. One evening during rehearsal she showed up wearing a Ziggy Stardust tee-shirt. I was young, naive, not hip, not groovy, and not knowing who the ambiguous Ziggy might be. During the weekend that followed that rehearsal, I went to a record store and discovered just what David Bowie was all about. It was a transforming experience. Now some forty years later, I farm, David is dead, and Debbie is into Christian rock bands. Did I say ennui...

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