Sojourns in the East-February/March 2015

Now after Timothy had traveled about the space of thirty-nine furlongs, or, as it were, two thousand miles, he came to a place called Arkansas.
And it was dark when he arrived, and he was thankful for the candles on his chariot, and the map on his scroll; for there was a little blue dot on his scroll, which guided him through the dark and windy roads to a little farm in the hills, which was on a dirt road.
Moreover Timothy had friends on this farm, and his heart was glad to see lights from the farmhouse as he led his chariot into the yard and let it rest. And the chariot was glad to rest, for it had driven a long ways, and the wheels thereof were weary.
And he hasted, and got down off his chariot, and went into the house, and greeted his friends; and they talked together, and played games, and read the Bible.
And thus it was that some days passed, and as yet, he had not heard from the men which were to build the pyramid at Joplin.
And Timothy took up his chariot, and traveled from thence to the land of Missouri, and there he passed some days with other saints.
There was a morning when he awoke early, and looked out his window, and, behold, it was bright outside, although the sun did not shine, nor the moon give forth her light. And he arose, and lifted the curtain, and the brightness of the snow did like to blind him.
Thereupon he assayed to go unto his chariot Benjamin.
Now Benjamin was more sturdy than any chariot of the time, and it was made to ride through deep waters, and snow, and ice, and all manner of riding whereby other chariots would but in hopelessness spin.
And Timothy got into Benjamin, and did ride, and used extra wheels on the chariot, whereby it slacked not to drive with speed through much snow, causing him therefore to smile with joy.
And more time passed, and he had still no word from the city of Joplin, therefore returned he to Arkansas and abode there yet two weeks more.
Therefore, when as yet there was silence, he went thence from thither, and found a farm to stay on for a short time til the time should come when he would be delivered and brought unto the farm wherewithal he had applied to stay the summer.
And he left his friends’ house, and much snow drove he through; there was there also an abundance of ice, and rain which freezeth, and sticketh upon the window of the chariot, causing the window to glaze over, and to be hard to look through.
And he drove carefully, and slowly, and though the rain which freezeth fell with strength, and ceased not, and though the snow was deep, and piles thereof were numerous, yet he stopped not; yea, he pressed on moreover to the farm where there was, as he supposed, a chamber within which for him to rest.
It began to be about the fourteenth hour of the day, and he came to the road the farm was on. And the road was narrow, and it had not been cleared of the abundance of snow which had fallen, nor had any chariots driven up the road thereto.
But he drove thereon, yet with added caution, and in fullness of time he came to the farm, and drove through to the farm. And there were on the farm abiding two large beasts, called dogs, which size being large, and their voices loud. And Timothy hated dogs; notwithstanding, having no place else wherewithal to stay, he stopped the chariot and got out.
And there was no one on the farm save for the two beasts called dogs. And Timothy saw the hut, yea, he looked upon it and received understanding.
For the hut was in truth a summer cabin, and no place within which to winter and spend cold days, for there was no insulation in the cabin.
And there was a screen door, which had a hole in the screen, and the door shut not properly, neither did it close completely.
And one might look on the floorboards, and see withal the ground underneath, whereon resided all manner of bugs and worms and creeping things.
And there was a metal roof, and the place where the rafters and the walls joined together, there was much ventilation; yea, there was no screen, nor wood, nor metal against the weather.
And the walls round about the entire house were clothed with screen, and only one wall had any material similar in fashion to glass upon it; and other two walls had thereon tarps, hanging in a manner like unto desperate men pleading for mercy and in vain not receiving it, for the tarps did little to keep the weather where it did belong.
And there were mattresses on a bedstead; and the mattresses had mold thereon.
And there were camel skins which smelled musty, and sheets and blankets in which moths and various and sundry bugs had resided for many days.
And it was cold, and there was no water, nor was there a bathroom; there was only an outdoor toilet which composteth, and it was up upon a little stand; and when one sat upon it, he was in plain view of any who passed by.
Notwithstanding, Timothy spread out the blankets in which moth and bug had corrupted, and took a little heater which was in the hut, and caused it to begin to emit heat wherewithal; and the heater made noise.
And he took other blankets, and camel skins, and all manner of cloth, and hung them up around one part of the hut in a bold attempt to keep some heat wherewithal to himself; for he was cold, and wished not to share any heat with the snow.
And the heater made more noise.
And he endeavored withal to make himself at home; and sat on the bed, and the heater made yet more noise, and gave groans, and squeals, and whines, and heated up the mattress whereon he sat, and neglected thereby to heat the air. And the heater began yet to whine yet more, and to whistle, and to scream, thereby he gave it a kick, and it subsided to a low murmur.
After some thought, Timothy decided to sleep in the chariot; it not being warm in the hut, the reason thereby being that it was open to the air, he discerned that it would be warmer in the chariot, and so it was.
And it came to be evening, and dark, and there was no access to any libraries for his hand-held scroll, so he could talk to no one, nor yet check up on the world to see what it was doing.
And he was cold, and gathered his limbs together, and stuffed them withal under robes and camelskins, and put a helmet of fur upon his head, and he slumbered and slept, and when he awoke, it was day.

And it began to be the month March, and time passed, and Timothy wandered hither and thither, and saw many places and met many people, and when as yet the farm to which he had applied responded not to him, nor yet contacted him, he found another farm on which to stay for a season.

And this farm had pigs, many of them, and past counting; and they stank.

(to be continued….)

2 thoughts on “Sojourns in the East-February/March 2015

  1. Writing about February in October? You have a lot of catching up to do! =)

    1. Oh, did I not get around to telling you? I’m also a fabulous procrastinator. 😛

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