The Chinese heritage remains strong in the community where I live. In the mid-eighteen-hundreds, nearby Isleton and Locke both were populated by cohesive groups of Chinese people.  Their influences can still be seen. I spent a few hours today celebrating Asian New Year.  I take this evening’s reflective inspiration from the intriguing notion that I can start fresh.

Rain patters on my metal roof. Occasionally the lights dim as the power wavers. I sit snugly in my tiny house thinking of all that has been and all that might be. Despite some struggles, this evening I have no complaint.

It’s the ninth day of the sixty-second month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.

 

The snow geese landed in the fields on Andrus Island again this evening.