My friend Ellen Carnie tells me all the time to just suck it up and keep on going.  As I toiled all weekend at the office (striking one art show, hanging another, working on billing and trial prep), I thought about Ellen, sucking it up after surgery in her power chair with her sassy attitude.  I haven’t seen her in a month or so but I’m hoping she’ll come to our Holiday Open House because I could use me some Carnie love.  I might have to go to the Honker Springs Farm soon, to walk on the winter fields and sleep under the old quilt surrounded by dolls and children’s toys.

In the morning, I will carry my coffee out onto the deck and watch the sun rise over Ellen’s pasture.  After a while, Ellen will make her way out to the kitchen.  The fragrance of eggs cooking in butter will waft through the air.  Nothing will bother me.  No complaint will rise in my breast.

It’s a peaceful place, is Carnie’s Honker Springs Farm.  I shall take my comfort there, by and by.

It’s the fifth day of the thirty-sixth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.

Morning at the Honker Springs Farm.