Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

24 January

The Winter Pasture, Cont. Wednesday, January 24, 2024. Cold, Rain, Beauty, McMansions Sprawl…

by Jon Katz

The Winter Pasture is beautiful in its own right, and I’m learning and working hard to capture it. These days have been cold, dark, and full of snow, ice, and rain. It was good training for me as I figured out which camera could do what in this weather. This morning, I saw a podiatrist working for Saratoga Hospital along with Dr. Daly. He examines my re-imagined food once every three months to ensure it is healthy and cared for. I will see Dr. Daly for a bi-yearly check in two weeks, assuming everything is OK.

Dr. Jones said my feet were great, they looked good, and he said it was time to get my brace checked; they do wear down. Maria came, and we were both delighted with his findings. The surgeries and two years of struggle were worth it. I put special cream on my feet every morning and night. He said my feet were in excellent condition; he congratulated me on all our work.

Zip seems to be moving happily and comfortable with his alleged abuse in the winter cold. He doesn’t seem to know if he is comfortable or unhappy.  He even goes into his heated cat house once in a while.

A few months ago, he was just another barn cat without a barn. Now, he’s an international cat figure and is controversial to boot. Life is a whole of crisis and mystery. As usual, we had our meeting this morning after I got back from Saratoga and Dr. Jones.


 

St. Joseph is tiring of cold and wet and snow. I asked him for better weather, and soon. Maria’s birthday is this Saturday. She will be 60.

 


I love the orchards that ring the highway on the way to Saratoga. I’ve also noticed how they are being infringed upon year after; the McMansions are now crowding the orchards and are sadly visible from the road. In the background is the desecrated Saratoga monument (below).

One day soon, there will be more McMansions and fewer apple trees. Our national religion is growth and profit, again and again and again, and no matter what is lost.  There are plenty of McMansions in America, but not so many beautiful orchards near a city or town.

We need a gentler and kinder world.

The Saratoga Monument (in the background) was built to honor the patriots who died fighting for the country. It wasn’t meant to be another monument to rich people. It’s hard to even find amidst the building of the new house built.

23 January

Color And Light, As Promised, Tuesday January 23, 2024

by Jon Katz

Another cold and gloomy day, at least this afternoon. Tomorrow, I have a visit with one of my podiatrists and a good check-up. Then, I will have another foot check-up with Dr. Daly in a week or two. The foot is looking and feeling very good. I’m eager for better walking weather; I can’t go on the ice. It’s Maria’s birthday this Saturday; she has some neat ideas about celebrating it—details to come.

Maria says she will be 60 on Saturday and is now officially older. I don’t see it myself. Be away in the morning, then home. See you tomorrow.

23 January

Bedlam Farm Journal, Tuesday, January 23, 2024. The Winter Pasture, Dusk, With Feeling, 4 Images, A Bit Of Americana

by Jon Katz

Well, this was one of those intense days you will have on a farm or anywhere else. The day began at 4 a.m. when our Orwellian security camera signaled motion, and we saw a giant fat rat climb up the kitchen walls to open the doors and take off with some boxes of whole wheat crackers.

We finally realized he likes crackers, not peanut butter; we have a humane rat trap with many crackers down where we think he’s coming in. This might be his last night in the world, but we won’t give up. He has to go.

After we cleaned up, the police arrived to investigate a report that I was freezing a kitten – this would be Zip –  from coming into the house despite the cold. The officer, a generous and professional police officer, said he was investigating the abuse report.

He lost interest quickly when he saw Zip playing in the snow and then came to see his heated cat house in the barn. He just laughed, said goodbye, and left.

Interesting day. I also wrote about how I steeled myself for weeks and months of Trump now that he seems likely to be Nominated by the Republican Party (unless, of course,  he’s in jail). I am no longer troubled by him; I am just bored by him now. It’s the same story every time. Time for something else, something good.

I got a kick out of nearly getting busted by a deranged animal rights person. They reinforced my complaints about the movement.

I was frazzled and tired, so I went for a ride looking for the Winter Pasture. I found a few, I hope you enjoy them, I think of them as dark (it was dark) and beautiful. Color and light next, then to bed.

 

 

Maria brought one last piece of hay out to the sheep; it snowed for much of the afternoon.

 

A touch of Americana, an old abandoned RV.

It was a dark, rainy, then snow day. Slightly warmer tomorrow. This is on the way from Covered Bridge Baking, where I get my remarkable seeded bread.

 

I took this photo in honor of George Fross, my friend and a great photographer. George’s creative high point occurred when he used the fantastic lenses he found or made and took those NYC skylines, which have never been equaled. When George moved upstate, he struggled to capture the rural feeling in the same brilliant way he caught the Manhattan skyline. I drove by George’s beloved silo and took this photo in his honor.

23 January

Politics: Okay, What Do I Do Now? He’s The Nominee. I Think I’m Ready To Work Upwards. I’m Living In A Circus And A Whirlpool. I Guess It’s Up To Me…

by Jon Katz

The ninth degree of humility in the Rules of St. Benedict invites us to speak gently to one another. In my lifetime, we have never been less conscious of this critical dimension of life than we are now.

We have become so angry and cruel to one another that it often feels that we are losing the very fabric of trust and courtesy, and as a result, weakening the fabric of society, our willingness to talk to and listen to one another, and abandoning our historic care for the community. We are also losing the ability of our government to address and deal with governing sanely. We are electing the worst of us, not the best, and threatening the lives of our families and children.

It has become almost unbearable to watch the news, read about it online, or listen to congressional hearings, which, believe it or not, were once bipartisan and essential ways of learning about issues rather than exploiting them to hurt and punish people we disagree with.

But I won’t spend the rest of my life quivering, resenting, and worrying. It’s my job to be in a better place. The question is how.

For most of my life, American civility and its long history of peaceful power transmission have been known and admired worldwide. The long and deeply held embrace of decorum, decency, seriousness, respect, and joint deliberation now seems a thing of the past. It’s hard to find nations that admire us now or even citizens that do.

Instead of campaigning to report the damage of divisiveness, we seem to be campaigning to extend and expand it.

Honesty has become a hellish and inverse act, more suiting magicians than legislators. Lies make money and win voters. Truth is increasingly born of lies, “tweets,” AI creations, and conspiracies. One day, something is hailed as the truth; the next day, it is condemned as a lie. How difficult it is for any rational person to keep up. After a while, many of us don’t want to try.

Our so-called news – more and more visual and digital  – are repositories of cruelty, violence,  lies, insults, and denial.

 

 

The people we elected to lead and guide us – our anointed guardians of the law and the judges of national values and character- have turned into middle school playground bullies, full of cruelty and complaints. Perhaps the most painful of all, it is hard to believe that one of our most influential leaders and influencers, a former president himself, is the cruelest of them all, the witch in the mirror, lying, cheating, and peering at his many critics with nicknames, insults, and lies.

It’s easy enough to say I’m moving away from politics; there is nothing there for me that I can find.

But the problem is that politics are essential, and the kind of politics we are confronting erodes the quality of our lives. That alone should be a good reason for hating and rejecting hateful politicians, but it isn’t working that way anymore. Lies and hatred are now the way to the top. As long as the stock market is fat and happy, most people will also be content to be satisfied. And there are many bloated and rich and happy people around these days.

While the stock market keeps increasing, our country’s precious values are falling. Returning them will take a long time and a lot of hard work. Our country is sick right now.

What does this mean for the rest of us? What does this mean for me? t means that no one is left up top to save us but ourselves.

I stand with the spiritualists who argue that if the country, our children, our work and partners and neighborhoods, our temples and churches, are to salvage anything of the national spirit and character of this country as the world has always known it, then the first step for me in this new challenge is to stay out of the fray.

Arguing with strangers is pointless now, a waste of time and energy. I need to be gentle and kind.

I can believe what I want and keep it within me; I don’t need to argue with anyone or persuade them of my beliefs.

I’m joining the decency movement. I believe that decency should return as a value we share, as well as kindness and compassion and experience standing as walls against moral corruption and the politics of cruelty.

St. Benedict’s call for humility in the sixth century has long been considered something that brought order and compassion to a world in turmoil for over a thousand years.

I wonder if humility can do it again just as it did then, with people like me starting at the bottom – maybe you and me – working up, now down.

I accept that those who depend on for leadership can’t lead right now. I think it has to come from inside of me, not outside from others.

I am working to learn to speak softly, not a natural state for me. And to be compassionate. That is not a natural state for the nation now.

Humility is out of fashion now.

I have been thinking about humility, and I believe it is the glue that binds the human race together.

When I know myself, I see my needs in the eyes of the rest of the world, and I plan to respond softly and accordingly.

 

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