After my New Year’s visit to Twin Oaks, and a trip to hang out with St. Louis squatters and anarchists, I am back home. I’ve been back for a week, and it feels good, despite some cold weather. I don’t totally mind the single degree temperatures. It’s all part of the game, you know? There’s something enjoyable to me about the change of seasons, the change from shorts and sandals to thermals and thick socks. From the thick, green growth to brown and gray prairie. It’s all beautiful.
Yesterday it reached an absurd 60 degrees or so, prompting some folks to break open the icy pond for a quick dunk. At first, I was opposed, but later, convinced, and I too jumped in (and quickly out). It actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I had thought it might be.
Beyond that, it’s been lots of reading, some sleeping in, broomball, Settlers of Catan, and thinking about the year ahead…
