My life is ruled by fruits, vegetables, and cows

I do believe I have psychoanalyzed myself enough to figure out what's going on here.

The country is in a mess, and I see little hope for my children and grandchildren. There's nothing I can do about that, since I haven't been given a real choice in this nation's elections.

But there are still things that are as solid as a rock.

If you plant seeds, they will grow. Depending, of course, on the weather. But at least you know what you're dealing with. If it rains, things grow... even the weeds.

If you buy a milk cow and she has a calf, she will give milk. If you milk her, you can drink the milk. You can save the cream that rises to the top and churn it and you will have butter (I did that tonight, by the way).

These are things my grandparents and great-grandparents knew. And those before them.

My daughter calls it her "bubble". Well, this year I've found my personal way of staying in a bubble. I've bought a Jersey cow; I've planted a garden and made pickles and canned tomatoes.

Finally, by going back to the basics, I've found something in this old world that makes sense.



Oh yes, and there's always Hebrews 13:8: "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday and today and forever." I once wrote a song about that Bible verse, and it still almost makes me cry when I sing it.

But sometimes a person needs something she can actually put her hands on.

I think I may have to get my guitar out and write another song or two. If for no other reason than that it's Pete Seeger's birthday.

On another note, my evening was made brighter by seeing one of my favorite Kansas City bloggers on Fox 4 news. Yeah, that reprobate known as Midtown Miscreant.