Tuesday, March 9, 2010

1. We can probably afford a solar hot water heater.
2. We can not afford solar electic.
3. There is no place on our really huge roof to place a solar array. We would have to put it on a rack on the     ground. Dad would have a conniption and at his age that could be dangerous.
4. The solar salesman did everything but call Mark a liar when he told him they've taken hourly anemometer readings at the shipyard, a mile and a half upriver, for seven years and that the average wind speed for the Southern bank of the Eastern branch of the Elizabeth River is 21 mph.
5. Wind appears to be a better option for power and the technology is, so far as we have found thus far, better developed.
6. We can sign up for all sorts of grants. I'll try and post more of that information at a later date.
7. We need a LOT of money to even begin to get this house in order.

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Crossroads

On the day of my 45th birthday

this poem was published in the

Sanctuary at the Women's

Colony. I love it and thank

the author, Joyce Sutphen,

for writing this poem honoring

the process of living a life

beyond youth.

Crossroads


The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers sifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys in into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.


~Joyce Sutphen
Straight Out Of View, New Rivers Press

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