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December 20, 2014: Dawn to Dusk

The sun rose today at 10:11 a.m. and set at 3:41 p.m. That’s 5 hours and 31 minutes of daylight. Knowing that there would not be much daylight, I got up early this morning so as to take advantage of what little sunlight would be on hand. Actually, Pete was the motivator who even went so far as to set the clock. He had snow blower dealings to tend to. I can now tell you this – it’s really difficult, getting up at 8 a.m. when it’s still dark out. This is because it appears as though its 5:00 a.m. outside. Heck, you can even see stars when the sky is clear. I say, what gives? Anyhow, Pete got up so I got up. It’s usually the other way around.

After breakfast, we took Hrimmi and Tinni for a walk. Tinni’s loose poop is now looking more solid and Hrimmi is now very long stridden. Pete left after we got back, and after cleanup, I took the dogs and horses out. Then in the late afternoon, I did some agility work with Raudi and Hrimmi. Pete located some plastic bottles, so I had them walk through them. Both individually spent considerable time sniffing the containers. As always, these two are more curious than afraid. Once they knew the containers were okay, they crunched their way over them, repeatedly.

I finished chores at dusk, and then came inside. So I can say that on December 20 that I was out from dawn to dusk. My rationalization for blowing off inside work is has been that the weather’s going to change and so I’d better get some riding in before it’s either too cold or snowy to be outside for any great length of time. So this is what I’ve been doing.

So far, so good. We’re nearing the end of December and I’ve been out now most days. This is good both mentally and physically for me, the dogs, and the horses. You can’t live at this end of the world and not be affected by the encroaching darkness. It’s just not humanly possible.

I wrote in a previous dispatch about a friend of mine’s going to Hawaii, and me wanting to go to Cuba. My dispatch was not at all in jest. I have always wanted to go to Cuba. It’s where the Momba Kings came from, as well as Desi Arnaz.

Now, coincidently, President Obama has lifted sanctions on Cuba. This is historic, right up there with the iron curtain coming down in Germany. The time to go there is right now, right before the big changes occur. Actually, being there on the day of the big change would also be fun. It’s going to be one hell of a party. Boundaries being lifted – this is a cause for celebration. I’m not sure what changes will take place, but if I went to Cuba, I’d find out.

I suspect that in one of my past lives that I was a female revolutionary. I don’t know if this was in Cuba. Maybe I was one in more than one lifetime. If I went to Cuba (at the very least) I’d be able to talk with the people who lived through the revolution that took place 50 years ago. Many of these people are actually still alive.

My knowledge about the Bay of Pigs incent and all that happened right before and after is woefully incomplete, so much so that I can’t even come up with a paragraph for this dispatch. This is not good. In fact it’s bad. Must do something about this. Viva la Revolution.

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