Just a quick heads up....
Hello from Bog-down and Aster.
Thanks for sticking around through the silence here.
I am about to start a more regular posting series on the Gospel of the Kreatur. It will likely be an acquired taste. I have turned on the ability to pay but will never be paywalling anything. You will have no reason to pay except sheer inability to get rid of so much treasure that you simply must. I work a labor job that drains me mostly. I know that every bit of cash for most of us has more than ten worthy places to put it. I may secretly harbor a dream to make things like this for a living rather than the more compromising and damaging industry I am bound to for now. I suspect most of us carry that same wish. Right now my family is as well as many in this mess. If anything I write is a good in your life, please, take it in and make it yours for “free” with impunity. Really. I could imagine a modest daily shortwave radio-ish broadcast from here once I get some stuff off my chest and fall into the rhythm I am hoping to find. I would trade a leg to do it but I am not interested in trying to coax your shoes into the exchange. This will be the only time this is mentioned. None of us are short on words on screens. I get what it means just to “pay” me in the currency of simply hearing/reading along. That is enough. I swear it.
If you ever see a paywall, tell me immediately. I am less than whizbang level with computers. Mostly I write this to warn those who have pledged stuff over the last year to get out while you can.
Love to you all,
Sancho and Quixote
On another note entirely…
No Pasaran.
Oh....and construction is all of the above but it is also a privilege that folks who need subs to eat don't have. So there is that....
The purple asters have roots about to push forth in our warming days. When the green craggy leaves and the woody stalks keep hanging around almost till the end of our bloom time, I seem to forget what they are up to and threaten to pull them up. Then they streak through their buds and their purples call bees and butterflies over for a sweet flittering that lasts for weeks.