And sometimes it seems you are right in the middle of a Wild West oil painting.
Watching shadows of clouds as they flow by on the moraine on the opposite side of the lake.
Until the thunder and lightning start.
8 years ago today, I married
this adorable gap-toothed guy with Elvis glasses and bleach blond
hair. I seem to have kept him. It was a smart decision.
Exciting events of the day include a minor dog fight and an osprey sighting.
I am starting my..4th?…book of the trip. It’s about infectious
diseases and crazy scientists who experiment on themselves.
Non-fiction. How unlike me!
I just hit a yellow jacket 8 times with
a fly swatter and it didn’t die. Do I need to get a swatter
specific to yellow jackets? Or do you think it was some sort of
zom-Bee that will now return to kill me in my sleep?
Having a good
time, wish you were here, etc.
Sooooo…when you see the lightning
strike and don’t even have time to count to two before the thunder
bolt comes…that’s close, yeah?
Boom, baby. Boom.
Holy fuck. That
is some serious thunder. Like the gods are bowling with huge
granite boulders on a hot tin roof over the lake. And Mark is down
on the dock fishing.