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