I’m missing church this morning,
You know I’m sick when I miss church
May have to break down and go to the doctor
Maybe
Sewed up the frayed places of my old comforter last night
It’s funny how it brings me so much pleasure to accomplish so simple a task
I went to bed pleased with myself for having sewed up those holes
No I will not mend your stuff
And here I am talking to you as if you were an old friend
I do know who reads this blog
You are old friends
Some of you I haven’t seen in awhile
And I miss you
Sadly some of you I may never see again
To Howard, truly I mean to get back in shape and hopefully get back on the trail
I was just looking at the photos and map yesterday
I only have 24.9 miles to finish
Georgia
Sounds like a nice weekend to me
Answered another email about the river last night
People are always asking me about the river just because I have a site
I’m bragging
I googled the river and it is third on the list, that’s pretty cool
Used to be page three or four
Someone once, many years ago praised me highly for knowledge of the river
I stopped him in his tracks and said, ‘there are lots of folks who know more than me about the river”:
He said, “but none of them wrote about it, you are the queen because you wrote it down”
His words not mine
I haven’t even looked at the river in …..let alone been on it
Man I need to go walking in the woods
Soon it will be fall, cooler weather,
The spiders and insects will disappear with the foliage
The swamps will dry up to soggy streams
And the ground will become crisp and hard under your step
There is a trail under the bridge where the puddles always freeze
past the small island where alligator stretch out on sunny days
that follows the river around the bends
where large boar and deer are
this is where I would like to go
just go,
sometimes following hunters ribbons sometimes not
walk till the sun fades and the darkness threatens
and you rushing to the car before you can’t see at all
and maybe, just maybe
I won’t be alone
If I’m lucky and very quiet
I’ll see some animals that even hunters dream of
There’s my fantasy for when I’m well
After the papers are graded
and the house is clean
and the bills are paid