Camp Miksic

Eureka!!

Ferris has found a fist. His right fist and only a fist. We're not sure if he actually has any conscious control over it yet, but he certainly looks like he's trying to make something happen, like a little freak trying to bend a spoon using only the power of his mind.
This is the young man's latest major accomplishment. He is completely absorbed by the flailing ball of flesh waving in front of him. So now he is aware of 2 areas of his body. His right fist and his tumultuous belly. Oh, 3 body parts, I almost forgot the most important one, his mouth. We look forward to full body realization. How weird it must be to not have control of your body, to not even know that it is there to be controlled.
December has been good to us so far. We spent the last weekend getting our Christmas tree and finally putting the house back in order. We went with our friends, Dan and Sarah, out to a tree farm in Pownal, Vermont and picked our tree and chopped it down with an ax... my mother (jokingly, i hope) asked if the tree screamed.
I kind of wonder, is cutting down a tree that is grown as a crop for this specific purpose any worse than ravaging a crop of lettuce? Okay, so there is the whole water and energy waste that comes with growing the tree for so many years, just to decorate it for a month and then mulch it. Or maybe the problem is that it's being grown for decoration instead of food, like the botanical equivalent of a moose head hanging above the mantle.
I don't know, but I don't feel terribly torn up about it. It is a tradition that I love. One of the best parts of Christmas. Hey, it's a big step forward from sacrificing livestock and loved ones in annual celebrations.

posted by Editor @ 8:30 AM