christmas is over and I couldn't be happier

We got a good snow, it was so pretty coming down in big, fluffy flakes, but, only because I was prepared. I have everything I need and no need to get out. I knew it was coming because of the color of the sky and the tolerable temperature. When it's too cold, it won't snow. This is the view from my porch to the right down Garfield. See the onion on a ribbon on the porch pole. It's a spell I put on before I moved in. It prevents too many tears. If I leave it there until it rots off, it's permanent. Seems to be working. This house is full of nothing but peace.

View directly across the street. That house is empty. It has been for a long time. People move in, trash it and leave in the night. The city just stuck a condemned sign on the door. It's a cute house, but, cursed. It had a sign on it for a year that said, For Sale, $7 hundred dollars. I have no idea why someone wouldn't buy a two bedroom house for seven hundred dollars, but, no one would. I looked inside and it's trashed, but, just cosmetic stuff. Something deeper is going on there. Oh well. I guess Guntown isn't a place people want to live, even if it's practically free. Maybe when the snow melts, I'll take some better pics to show you. I can get inside, Indie does. He hunts mice there and once in awhile a rat. Still, I think it could be nice for very little, like my house. My house turned out way cuter than even I thought it would. Now, I just have to paint trim and landscape. Which is my thing.

View to the right. You can see mom's house back there, if you look. It's hidden by the tree line, but, it's close. Too far for her to walk though, aint that a shame. :) That brown barn looking thing is my neighbor the biker chick. She's the one I got into a serious fight with over cutting down my garden and trees. I get along okay with her now because she knows better than to come over here with her fucking chain saw. I'd stick it up her amazon ass. I didn't know I was bad assed, but, I sure scared her into submission and she's over 6 feet and built like a line backer. She doesn't mess with me anymore. Crazy has it's rewards, I guess. She turned a cute little white Victorian into that hideous two story ugly ass barn with the money she got when her old man killed himself. Interestingly, he came to my old property line, sat in a lawn chair staring at my house and shot himself in the head. My shed still had blood spatter on the back. But, he wasn't the only one. There was something wrong with that back property. People can laugh at that idea, but, my childhood friend Joey, killed himself in that exact spot. He was a black kid who sniffed glue and never fit in. But, I liked him and never thought he was suicidal. He hung himself from my former ancient walnut tree. I could also tell you about the little girl back in the 50's who for unknown reasons layed under her daddy's back truck tires right before he went to work. He backed over her and she died. Right in that same spot. There are more, but, I'm tired of typing about it. Death seemed to call from that spot. It's the spot I never planted and never spent time in. The animals hated it too. I'm glad I don't have to look out my window and see it ever again.

The snow allows me to see who's eating here in the night. On the back porch I found possum tracks, in the yard, squirrels and rabbits. I hung peanut suet rings for the squirrels, but, they have plenty of walnuts too. Just something extra for them, to thank them for all the laughs they give me. I bought rabbit pellets and they found them under the snow. Next year, I'll have covered feeders for all my buddies. I do not feed birds. Mom feeds them tons and I refuse to feed them in a yard full of cats. That's just stupid. They have plenty of bird lovers who take care of them. I did bring the bird baths and I'll put them where there's no cover for the cats to hide. Besides, hardly anyone feeds the squirrels and rabbits. They need help now too.

Plenty of stray cat tracks, as you can see, but, do you see the ones with the claw marks? Cats have retractable claws, you will not see claw marks in cat tracks. You WILL see them in Coon tracks and from the size of those, I'd guess they belong to Tooney. He's too wild now to knock on the door or window, but, still doesn't mind grabbing an easy meal from my porch. I learned tracking from the great white cheating hunter..at least he did a few good things for me. Comes in handy. I can tell when  mountain lion has been prowling and don't mistake it for a large dog. Believe it or not, it happens. I found my first cougar tracks right here in Guntown. In my garage actually. Animals are strange curious creatures. But, I have met very few who have meant me harm, so I keep my mouth shut and help them out.

Christmas is fucking over, we have a year of reprieve from that stinking holiday and I've put all the glittery crap away except the window lights. They look cozy in the snow and I'll enjoy them until New Years. Which is someone else's New Year, not mine. Pagan New Year falls on November 1st. Lissa is spending the holiday with Casey and Dan this year, her choice. It's nice and quiet here and I am doing what ever the fuck I want and loving it. I'm sorry to hear Lia is having a bad time of it, untangling from a narcissist. Lia, I blocked him, by the way. Don't need to hear his side. Only yours. And of course Christina's ex is still a shit..no Christmas miracle there. Put the fuckers shit in a pile (hire help) and torch it on New Years. Make a divorce bonfire, you've given his dumb lazy ass enough time to clean up his mess. He's a fucking hoarder who loves pushing your buttons. Jane, I fucking hate snails, hate them fuckers. We have the big giant ones, like a foot long, no shit. When they stretch out I mistake them for snakes. Lis and I hunt them at night with flashlights and salt. It's kind of fun and the only hunting I'll do, unless the apocalypse hits and we get hungry.

I hope you all got through the holidays with minimal mental damage and are now relaxing. Let me know.