I feel like Edith Macefield,

 the story about the 84-Year-Old Lady Who Refused a Million Dollars and Forced a Shopping Mall to Build Around Her House

This is what our graveled drive looked like a few days ago. It has looked 

like this since 1980.  We never have had to drive through mud. 

Even on rainy days, we can walk and never get our shoes muddy.

This is how it looks NOW, after our phone company came to prepare

for fiber optic lines to be laid.

One section is thick, heavy caked mud.........

For weeks, we have been called and visited by our phone/internet

company..........telling us how wonderful and better these

new lines are going to be.  (For 16 years we have had the worse

phone line and mediocre internet with this company,

but we have stuck with them. )

The only thing they avoided  telling us is how they would 

damage a good portion of our drive.  Even worse,

they refuse to see it as damaged and refuse to fix it,

telling us that it just needs time to heal.  

I growled and screeched and let them know how frustrated angry 

I am.........doesn't matter.......

they really do not care. 

 Instead of replacing the gravel, they want to just come 

and scrape the whole area all over again........

We, in frustration, told them to keep the machines off.

I could possibly go to an attorney.......but the time 

and my lack of trust in these situations will just be

dragged out.  If anything, I can just warn others........

stand out and over the work crews like a junkyard dog and

stop their damage.!

So, this is in the front of our home............

and...........as you may remember a couple of years ago

this meadow was damaged by our electric company 

on the side of our home.......however, 

they stepped up, accepted the responsibility of their damage

and repaired and paid for damages.

on the other side of our property........an oil rig

is being prepared to threaten our water supply and

peace of mind.

It makes me angry and sad that we have worked a good portion 

of our lives and we have our home "paid" for.

Now we have to be threatened constantly with

technology and progress.....

and 

thoughtless, uncaring people

but, in all of this, I refuse to let them rob me of my joy.

December is here along with it's chilly days.  The wind blew

so hard yesterday that everything now has a thick layer of dust.

And it is a time of  joy filled days, with

Christmas music (which I love) .......

Tasty treats and fond memories.

Sara Coleridge says it best............

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

Sara Coleridge (1802–1852), "The Garden Year"

Do you have your tree up and decorated?  

Do you have a favorite Christmas memory?

I would love to hear!